Hatfield And The North - Bossa Nochance lyrics

A bed in the sky would make me higher up than sleeping under this bush If I had a magic broom, I'd rev it up and out in space I would whoosh I'd ask you to be with me there to do anything you would like to do I like singing spaces not bricks Intervals and all the notes inbetween I like making big mistakes Knickerless girls being understood but not seen But I've got a nasty cold today I've run out of words to say "arbitrary" (Arbitrary)