Jemima Coulter - (flowers) Lyrics

With my cheek I'm idle
Smudging at the window
And I feel your fingers
Wrapping round my solo
And it lays me down
Pressing on the carpet
When you close my eyes
Do it with your fingers.

And it's only now
After taking patients
And my fire fills up
Flaring with some anxious
I can hear a gentle
Someone saying sing me
Something better
Better than you're feeling

My love, my love makes it all louder,
Time out, time that makes me forage powers
My love starts from people calling my love'
When their love waits another hour.

I'm slouching
And it's late
Oh my heart
My anger
Grows might take
There's a pull of chorus
Pull of models cooing me up
They touch me mark my face out
I'm launching from the hand on my cheek
Oh my heart my ribs grow
The thumb I know, the pull of the palm
And the fools don't know what's wrong
that lays on, lays on, lays on me.
But I've got my memory on it.
Ride it high in your navel
Like the wind hits a waveform

My love, my love wakes up to its humming
By now blazing tirades have me burnt out
My eyes crying out all this tannin
Be louder but morning talk won't allow it.

My love, my love makes it all louder
(It's) your now Mima! Time to climb from this tower,
My love starts from people talking powers
My love waits another hour