Ochre

Ochre throw
Khaki tan curtains, her clothes
And the flowers she grows

Overgrown
Farfelle, Orwellian groves
Like there she goes

Maybe I should call her up
Are we enough to hold this love

Lover why, lover why
Would I ever say goodbye
When it's better inside
When it's better inside

Forrest green
Perennial, any old car
To get far

With my lover dear
Ear to ear, slip into gear
With candles and beer

Maybe I should call her up
Are we enough to hold this love

Lover why, lover why
Would I ever say goodbye
When it's better inside
When it's better inside

Ochre throw
Khaki tan curtains, her clothes



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Montana
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