Give me comfort
Keep me safe and sound
I never met your mother
But I know she'd be proud
We were walking down the old canal
We were so young and foolish
But no better now
And all these senses
And all these scenes
I find it hard to read your quiet eyes
All that's left goes floating in between
I find it hard to sleep between those lies
Those lies

Shadows biting at my skirt
I've got a loose connection like a scratched filled ring
And some are searching for the love they lost
Oh they're just desperate wanderers with a lonely soul
And all these senses
And all these scenes
I find it hard to read your quiet eyes
All that's left goes floating in between
I find it hard to sleep between those lies
Those lies
It's a funny old world
Oh what a funny old world
You say