Night reels us in; back to our li-ttle-e she-e-lves and drawers
where we lie folde-e-eeed,
some in sock pairs a-and so-ome ah-looone.
A-aa-aaa-aaaaa-aaaaa---- A-aa-aaa-aaaaa-aaaaa---- A-aa-aaa-aaaaa-aaaaaoooooooooooooo
My shelf is fu-uuuu-ll of morning su-uu-uu-uuuun
Beams feel me uh-uup
Bli-i-ind-folde-ed fi-ingerti-ips
A-aa-aaa-aaaaa-aaaaa---- A-aa-aaa-aaaaa-aaaaa---- A-aa-aaa-aaaaa-aaaaaoooooooooooooo
The moon is full, I only see your mouths
A flo-o-ck o-of Chestshire ca-ats
I close them shut to make you go a-way, make you go a-way, make you go a-way, make you go a-way – ma-a-aaa-ke you go – yo-ou go-oo-a-wa—y-ay-aa-y-yyy-yy-aay-yy
Yyy.
1 | Grizzly Man |
2 | On Cherry Tree Song |
3 | Barrie for billy mackenzie |
4 | The Dead, Dead, Water Lily Thing |
5 | Deep |
6 | A Cute Lovesong, Please |
7 | I Stepped On A Toothbrush |
8 | Too Many Emmas |