environmentIs in your doorIs in your lackIs in your lensBaby

I’ll drown my beliefsTo have your babiesI’ll dress like your nieceAnd

is the placeSit down, you’re safe been

BirdWhilst on a walking holiday in remote regionsI chance upon

like I've fallen out of bedFrom a long and vivid

will shape myself into your pocketInvisibleDo what you wantDo

as you take my handJust as you write my

Her green plastic watering canFor her fake Chinese rubber plantIn the

Been thinking about youYour records a hitYour eyes are on my

want you to knowHe's not coming backLook into my

will leave a wallpaper lifeAnd run away to the

the next world warIn a jackknifed juggernautI am born

of four she wanted moreShe wanted everythingShe wanted the

the hell am I doing here?I don't belong a

motorways and tramlinesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingThe

heart that's full up like a landfillA job that

heart that's full up like a landfillA job that

reach out, don't reach outDon't reach out, don't reach outDon't

Little Jinny's just about to run inside'Cause the cats

think that's nice?Hm, possiblyPossibly a little bit. Luckily it