Pull the final splinters

Of missing picture winters

You have to give yourself a break

What's the fascination

With lovers at the station

You have to tear yourself away

Chorus

The dream again nobody understands

Walking through the long grass on your hands

It's not a job to do today

Sleep it off

Words to make her stay: you said

Leave me and the plants die

A panic smile across your face

Corrugated browline

The hissing bitter punchline

Call when you can tie your lace

You rule my world my brother