Drawing on a lip stained cigarette
While nervously
You play with your St Christopher
The wind blows around us in the car
We drive down country lanes
Film scores blur with the speed
These things that you do
These things that you say
These things are all that I adore
Talking until we could rip the sleep from our eyes
Exhausted
Our heads spin with wine & plans
The pictures you paint
Become the landscape of my heart
And although others may not see
These things that you do
These things that you say
These things are all that I adore
These things are
These things are
These things are all that I adore
These things that you do
These things that you say
These things are all that I adore
While nervously
You play with your St Christopher
The wind blows around us in the car
We drive down country lanes
Film scores blur with the speed
These things that you do
These things that you say
These things are all that I adore
Talking until we could rip the sleep from our eyes
Exhausted
Our heads spin with wine & plans
The pictures you paint
Become the landscape of my heart
And although others may not see
These things that you do
These things that you say
These things are all that I adore
These things are
These things are
These things are all that I adore
These things that you do
These things that you say
These things are all that I adore