You couldn't that I'd been drinking,
but only cause you'd been drinking, too.
You couldn't say what you were thinking
cause saying always makes it sound so true.
So I came over drunk and restless.
Birds were singing in the copses.
We went swimming in your bed and I walked home.
Now, it was clear and we'd agreed
to give a little and change a lot.
But nothing changed; I'm only greedy
and I could love our pretty love apart.
When I came crawling form the rubble
birds were singing in the sun.
I sang with them, sang your name,
but I was alone.
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