I'm alive in your window
Yellow blinds, cream shadows
I'm a dog, I'm a good girl
Pulling string from your wheel
I will evaporate the count
I will not tell you that
The clocks have all gone back
We'll scrape [?]
And be so hard to find
Impossibly be found
Nights pa**
Light [?]
Call it lunch, call it dinner
Spray paint, bad piano ?
Your string, my wheel
I will evaporate the count
I will not tell you that
The clocks have all gone back
We'll scrape [?]
And be so hard to find
Impossibly be found