When It All Goes South
Ben Blondel
No My friend I will not go
The weather is too warm
The water is cold
My hands pressed down
On the glass of the window
As we head for the coast
Is not what I'm looking for
Cos I have something else
Heavy in my heart
To carry this so far
Would be far too hard
Your heart
Is somewhat a window
Revealing the motives
Of all of our souls
Lead light
Coloured and so bright
But don't squeeze us too tight
These bodies could shatter
We could free or fake this all
We could bleed and break ourselves
But when it all goes south from herе
When it all goes south from herе
Oh where, oh where will I find you?
Oh where, oh where?
But when it all goes south from here
When it all goes south from here
Oh where, oh where will I find you?
Oh where, oh where?
Oh where, oh where will I find