Had a northern lad
Well not exactly had
He moved like the sunset
God who painted that?
First he loved my accent
How his knees could bend
I thought we'd be ok
Me and my molasses
But I feel something is wrong
But I
I feel this cake just isn't done
Don't say that you don't

Chours:
And if you
Could see me now
Said if you
Could see me now
Girls you've got to know
When it's time to turn the page
When you're only wet
Because of the rain
Because of

You don't show much these days
It gets so fucking cold
I loved his secret places
But I can't go anymore
You change like sugar cane
Says my northern lad
Well, I guess you go too far
When pianos try to be guitars
I feel the west in you
And I
I feel it falling apart too
Don't say that you don't

Chours