Catch 42
You can count strings on your guitar
And the ones that you pull
The saddening eyes could break us apart
If that's what you will again
Scattering tea and flowers alike
It helps me to sleep
But then in the morning there is a row
You sew what you reap they say
If I was a lullaby you would weep
For reasons unknown to
The people I love and problems I seek
With no one to undo
A double of anything do the work
A petal of half and two run away
From north to the south-east
Fitting into a glide
And so it's left alone until it's right
And we can tell the only fun
It comes at night so sweetly
Fantasies born and sold on a boat
The smell is unmatched
We dance and we fight and all of the blood we lose
Is the catch again
My friend
If I was a lullaby you would weep
For reasons unknown to
The people I love and problems I seek
With no one to undo
A double of anything do the work
A petal of half and two run away
From north to the south-east
Fading into a glide
Feelings lost and found again in spite
Dealings in the loudness spread
With white inside me
Tonight
The crashing of the waves could be a sign
The ones we hold conclude our work tonight
And the ones that you pull
The saddening eyes could break us apart
If that's what you will again
Scattering tea and flowers alike
It helps me to sleep
But then in the morning there is a row
You sew what you reap they say
If I was a lullaby you would weep
For reasons unknown to
The people I love and problems I seek
With no one to undo
A double of anything do the work
A petal of half and two run away
From north to the south-east
Fitting into a glide
And so it's left alone until it's right
And we can tell the only fun
It comes at night so sweetly
Fantasies born and sold on a boat
The smell is unmatched
We dance and we fight and all of the blood we lose
Is the catch again
My friend
If I was a lullaby you would weep
For reasons unknown to
The people I love and problems I seek
With no one to undo
A double of anything do the work
A petal of half and two run away
From north to the south-east
Fading into a glide
Feelings lost and found again in spite
Dealings in the loudness spread
With white inside me
Tonight
The crashing of the waves could be a sign
The ones we hold conclude our work tonight
Credits
Writer(s): Maxwell Farrington, Christophe Vaillant
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