Within

Set out to find her shoes
And take care of me
She wears the same old blues
But now happily
On sundays she wakes me up
To make sure it's me
On sundays I write the best songs backwards
To keep her with me

If I try too hard
She might worry
That she can't see me anymore

Some nights we stay awake
And make cofee stains
We paper up the walls
And pencil our names
On sundays she wake me up
To make sure it's me
On sundays I write the best songs backwards
To keep her with me

If this house is warm
Then I fell asleep again
The day's half gone again