So, So - John Smith

So, so this is what it comes to

And I’m sitting high upon the shoulder’s of the world

Beneath the ground

I’m weaving, breathing all her little ways into one

To pass the time

That was the most fun I’ve had with my clothes on

And you

On Sunday, Monday, I had a vision of a lamb

Barking at the moon

A scarecrow, a halo, you were seen walking at night

By my side

That was the most beautiful perfume you wore all winter

It put me to sleep

So sit down

Tell me you’d rather I go

Out and away little more can I say

Though if only it were my choice

I would stay