Couch Song Songtext
von Georgia Parker

I wanna lay on the couch in your house
I wanna feel your lips on my mouth
I wanna sit and stay there for a while

I wanna throw the match into the fire
Sit with my eyes peeled and watch what transpires
Then I wanna take all the credit and blame

When I watch it all fall apart once again
I want to tell you it was not all in vain
All of the stupid mistakes that I′ve made


All of the things I believed in good taste
Hoping to lose all the ghosts chasing me
But I feel so many of them today

I'm gonna lay on this couch with my eyes closed
I will envision my best case scenario
At the end of it all finally get to fly home

Then perch on the bed that I slept as a child on
Be transported back to a life from six years ago
Undoubtedly feel again 17 years old

Then try not to cry when I drive you around
My high school and Brabourne familiar stomping grounds
When I see the faces of people in town


Will I feel any less lost and now found?
Is it places that make us or something more profound?
Have I spent all of my time running till now?