Henry Says

(Oh, you're recording? Fuck! Oop-)
Henry says
I had no power on my phone
Yet no fear I will not get home
The bus will point to Croydon
Or I'll just cross the road till it does
And if that doesn't work
I'll walk beside tram lines
Till skyscrapers bow down to greet me
You can't be lost in a city, within a city

That would never stop to ask you how you've been
When the flowers wilt and true north will tilt
As we become hopeful again
Oh, oh oh
Oh well I know my love will never be enough
To sing my enemies to sleep
But I'll make snow angels out of all their bad dreams

The bus doesn't get any faster
I've just lived a little longer
So proportionally I cradle grave as the pavement blurs beneath
And I will picture you as I always do
Pissed I made you miss the 463 when
We were only fifteen
As your world caved in so briefly

But I'll always stop to ask you how you've been
And when the flowers wilt, true north will tilt
As we become hopeful again
Oh, oh oh
Oh I know my love will never be enough
To sing my enemies to sleep
And I'll make snow angels out of all their bad dreams
(oom sha la la oom oom sha la la)
(oom sha la la oom oom sha la la)
(oom sha la la oom oom sha la la)
(oom sha la la)

And I still walk the hour and a half
From my house to your trampoline
And I'll still beat the bus that took me
From dentist to dragging you along the concrete
When we were tranquil
When we were translucent
When we were tranquil and translucent

And I'll always stop to ask you how you've been
And when the flowers wilt, true north will tilt
As we become hopeful again
Oh, oh, oh
And I know my love will never be enough
To sing my enemies to sleep
And I'll make snow angels out of all their bad dreams
(oh, oh oh)

Well my love is not enough (oom sha la la oom oom sha la la)
I'll make snow angels (oom sha la la oom oom sha la la)
Sing my enemies to sleep (oom sha la la oom oom sha la la)
Out of all their bad dreams (oom sha la la oom oom sha la la)
(oom sha la la oom oom sha la la)