Within

Within
Set out to find her shoes
And take care of me
She wears the same old blues
But now happily
On Sundays she wakes me up
To make sure it's me
On Sundays I write the best songs backwards
To keep her with me

Some nights we stay awake
And make coffee stains
We paper up the walls
And pencil in our names
On Sundays she wakes me up
To make sure it's me
On Sundays I write the best songs backwards
To keep her with me