marble arch

I remember staring at your hands and your silver rings
Those precious moments
I wish I noticed things
Shouted here last spring
When fear was nibbling
So I held my next of kin
It's cold in the city's light
I miss the cold of the city's light

And it's been three months since we last spoke
Because you never pick up the phone
I scream at the deadness of the dailling tone
And I cry and I decide that it's best if I leave you alone
Dah dah dah dah
Dah ah dah
Ooh

Will your mother wash your mouth out
With the soap
That she made for you?
Ah
Ah ah ah ah
And my head is on the ground now
But my feet, they don't know what to do
Ah ah ah
Ah
Ah ah ah
Will your mother wash your mouth out
With the soap
That she made for you?
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Dah dah dah dah ah
Dah dah nah

But I missed you
When you went away
You got eaten up by the city and the dust and the smoke and the rain
And I know, ooh
That you're trying to stay afloat
In the little boat that you made
Don't feel ashamed
I'd do the same, don't push me away

And it's been three months since we last spoke
Because you never pick up the phone
I scream at the deadness of the dailling tone
And I cry and I decide that it's best if I leave you alone
Dah dah dah dah
Dah dah dah dah
Dah doo doo

Will your mother wash your mouth out
With the soap
That she made for you?
Ah ah ah
Ah
Ah ah ah
And my head is on the ground now
But my feet, they don't know what to do
Ah
Ah ah ah
Ah heh
Will your mother wash your mouth out
With the soap
That she made for you?
Ah ah ah, mmh
Dah dah dah ah
Dah dah dah

But I remember lying on your flooring
Crying by the open door
You were kind and I was small
To me you stood so tall
Now you're passing me a smoke
And as I look into your eyes
I think of how brave you are and strange you are
You're making your way
In the big city
You're eating a lot
And you're trying to save humanity
And there are people who will treat you shitty
But we'll never stop spinning
With you I know I'd never be alone!
Dah dah dah dah dah ah ah
Ah ah ah

Will your mother wash your mouth out!
With the soap
That she made for you?
Ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Ah, ah, ah
Will your mother wash your mouth out
With the soap
That she made for you?
Dah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah ah oh oh
Will your mother wash your mouth out
With the soap
That she made for you?

Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Dah dah dah ah ah
Dah dah nah
Ah ah ah mmmh, mmh



Credits
Writer(s): Clara Freeman Taylor, David Addison, Saya Barbaglia
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