I found a sense of home in your company
A thorn to spite your rose
I didn't mean to be
But when I wake, the bed is cold
And you're across the stepping stones
Another night of counting foals
Another day of digging holes
I'd tie two tins together
If it meant that we could talk again tonight
Everything is fine in heaven
And through the dark, I can almost see the light
Now we're older than we used to be
You tried to put some faith in me
So I threw you from the second floor
Now, what the f*ck did I do that for?
I'd tie two tins together
If it meant that we could talk again tonight
Everything is fine in heaven
And through the dark, I can almost see the light