Give me comfort keep me
safe and sound
I never met your mother
but i know she'd be proud
We went 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 of floating in between
I find it hard to sleep
between those lines
Those lines
ahh
Shadows biting at
my scuffed boot heels
i've got a loose connection
like a scratched film reel
And some are searching
for the loves they lost
Oh they're just
desperate wanderers
with their dumb lit soul
And all these sense
and all these scenes
I find it hard to read your quiet eyes
And all that's left
of floating in between
I find it hard to sleep
between those lines
Those lines
It's a funny old world
oh what a funny old world you say
Ahh