Kirsty McGee - Cloudwatching lyrics

were she here now i think i would make coffee just to hear the hum of good machines the sound of her voice seems to echo in the walls in the plaster and the paint like a bee inside a jar summer slips by in tattered old clothes six seasons pa**ed in cloudwatching miracle plants that bloom in the winter and die in the spring i watch for her return were she here now i think i'd make her coffee or some other faux pas like before the sound of her breathing seems to echo in the walls in the plaster and the brick like a bee inside a jar summer slips by in tattered old clothes six seasons pa**ed in cloudwatching miracle plants that bloom in the winter and die in the spring... and if i listen hard enough i hear her footsteps in the hall...