I walked back as the storm fell slack
And the wind whispered your name
Mispronounced and vague but all the same
I’d leave my fate to the fading leaves
On the last trees of Sherwood Drive
They’ve been through more than I’ll ever endure
And they still survive
First we’ll be negging our others
Then we’ll be changing the colours
And they’ll be calling us lovers I know
Are we just sleeping together
Or if we’re starting to tether I’ll go
I can’t pull apart my thoughts
The ones you formed still stuck inside
Like insects, infested, stick stuck in mud
Wondering might frighten everyone now
Even the rustling of the leaves around
Can’t add to the sound
Of my constant improvements
Shadowed by your darkest cloud
(your darkest cloud)
We end up under the covers now
But couldn’t be (x3)
Further from each other now
Or could we be (x3)
More?
Just 'cos we don’t party like we used to
Don’t mean we’re not high
Just 'cos we don’t party like we used to
Doesn’t mean that we’re not alive