You - Tennyson

What’s the point of that?

I could be pressing flowers with you

Savour all this time, rather than fret all afternoon

Take me from my thoughts, now would be riper than limes in June

Take me in your Rail Star canoe

Tokyo spinning lights starting to split my mind in two

Cargo ships and quarks tryin' to keep the world in tune

All these moving parts, none of it, none of it bothers you

Won’t you take my hand, baby it all makes sense with you

You, that fills my life with laughter

You, my favourite freak

You my, you’re my snorkel

All the times that I can’t breathe

You count down the days

And I spend most of them feeling stressed

But I know that we’ll look back and long for this

I’m feeling high about it, untied and taking it lightly

It’s not that important, I’m happy brushing my teeth with you

I’m feeling high about it, untied and taking it lightly

It’s not that important, I’m happy brushing my teeth with you

Brushing my teeth with you

Pictures in the clouds, all of them drifting out of shape

Camera rolls and files tryn' to keep a solid state

Tales in terabytes, life in a terrible bite-size view

Won’t you take my hand, baby it all makes sense with you

You, that fills my life with laughter

You, my favourite freak

You my, you’re my snorkel

All the times that I can’t breathe

You count down the days

And I spend most of them feeling stressed

But I know that we’ll look back and long for this