Tired Lungs / Bruised Feet
I don't love you, December
I don't love your cold
And with your pouring rain you follow me
You follow me back home
In autumn, I remember
The water's warm
If four days in the north is all we have
The choice was always yours
I thought it might last
I thought it might
I don't quite understand what I've become
But it wasn't what I was like
To you
So confused
Your tired lungs
Are overused
Tie yourself
Into your shoes
And walk until
Your feet are bruised
I don't love your cold
And with your pouring rain you follow me
You follow me back home
In autumn, I remember
The water's warm
If four days in the north is all we have
The choice was always yours
I thought it might last
I thought it might
I don't quite understand what I've become
But it wasn't what I was like
To you
So confused
Your tired lungs
Are overused
Tie yourself
Into your shoes
And walk until
Your feet are bruised
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Writer(s): Andrew Murphy
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