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 okay, me and my molasses.
But I feel something is wrong? But I feel this cake
just isn't done. And don't say that you don't.

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.
Or when you're only wet because of all the rain. Because of... because of... all the rain, because of...

He don't show much these days, it's gets so fucking
cold.
I loved his secret places but I can't go anymore.
"You change like sugar cane," says my northern lad.
I guess you go too far when pianos try to be guitars.
I feel the West in you, but I, I feel it falling apart too. And don't say that you don't.

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.
Or when you're only wet because of all the rain. Or when you're only wet because of all the rain.
Because? of, because of... of the rain, because of...
Because of... of all the rain, because? of... the...
rain...