Footprints from the caravan A note in my pocket And a light in my eyes Footnotes explaining your feelings All smudged by the snowflakes Shaken out of the sky.
There's something in the way That you float along Something keeps telling all these lies
I'm sure that she's coming Cose the engine still running I'm answering for her now I know that she'll be there She'll be sat on the first stair With winter across her brow Across her brow
Tickets from second hand journeys Early exits Always walking away. Pennies spent on yesterday's movies I was there on the corner I never saw you again.
There's something in the way That you float along Something keeps telling all these lies.
I'm sure that she's coming Cose the engine still running I'm answering for her now I know that she'll be there She'll be sat on the first stair With winter across her brow Across her brow
Somebody's telling me all these lies Somebody's telling me lies
I'm sure that she's coming Cose the engine still running I'm answering for her now I know that she'll be there She'll be sat on the first stair With winter across her brow I'm sure that she's coming Cose the engine still running I'm answering for her now I know that she'll be there...