You’ve got a knack for finding songs that make me cry
it’s like you knew i’d sing them home alone at night
same old white suit of armour
polish off your ego after
i wouldn’t care for clothes if it would make you mine
we drove alone into an oil painted scene
some kind of high i’d never felt beneath my knees
some kind of beauty only pinned on boards at home you owe me
for giving something that nobody else could see
so why won’t you devote a part to me
i’ve strained out all the leaves and dirt from your tea
why won’t you desert autonomy
for me
you cast a shadow over every man i see
it’s like i pay a tax for every time you leave
don't have permission from myself to look at what i’m missing
a foundry child i cry and tug hard on your sleeve
so why won’t you devote a part to me
i’ve strained my eyes, i’ve searched for all the keys
why won’t you desert autonomy
for me