Round to Mine Songtext
von I Said Yes
Round to Mine Songtext
The moon is made of pastry and
It swings beneath the needle
In the road
I cannot help but hope you′ll fall
The days are getting longer
and I didn't know what lonely was
Until you started leaving me alone
I watched you caught disaster
With a grin
The days are faster
And they sneeze around our knees
And ask for gin
The evening comes with eiderdown
And glimmers at its fringe
I cannot see where evening ends
And you begin
I recognise the Crescent
′Cause it mirrors back the template
Of the Limerick
That complements your spine
I am yours for all and only
And I didn't know what lonely was
Until you started coming round to mine
Round to mine
Bring the wind
Bring the wine
Round to mine
Bring the wind
Bring the things you wear to parties
Round to mine
The days take weeks and months
Before at last they're back to seasons
And the weeks and months are poison
To the heart
Oh, the weeks and months are treason
You are treacle,
You are reasons one to seven
Why I wake
You are the start
You were waxing in the hallways
Of the town
And like a Cheshire
Kitten′s frown
The moon is waning
She is thin
But the velvet drapes are parting
You are purring you are starting
Like an engine in the shadows
You begin
You begin
Bring the clothes
Bring the skin
Hold me close
Hold me down
Hold me down
Wear me down
Wear me thin
Hold me close
Hold me down
Wear me down
Wear me thin
Round to mine
Bring the wind
Bring the things you wear to parties
Round to mine
It swings beneath the needle
In the road
I cannot help but hope you′ll fall
The days are getting longer
and I didn't know what lonely was
Until you started leaving me alone
I watched you caught disaster
With a grin
The days are faster
And they sneeze around our knees
And ask for gin
The evening comes with eiderdown
And glimmers at its fringe
I cannot see where evening ends
And you begin
I recognise the Crescent
′Cause it mirrors back the template
Of the Limerick
That complements your spine
I am yours for all and only
And I didn't know what lonely was
Until you started coming round to mine
Round to mine
Bring the wind
Bring the wine
Round to mine
Bring the wind
Bring the things you wear to parties
Round to mine
The days take weeks and months
Before at last they're back to seasons
And the weeks and months are poison
To the heart
Oh, the weeks and months are treason
You are treacle,
You are reasons one to seven
Why I wake
You are the start
You were waxing in the hallways
Of the town
And like a Cheshire
Kitten′s frown
The moon is waning
She is thin
But the velvet drapes are parting
You are purring you are starting
Like an engine in the shadows
You begin
You begin
Bring the clothes
Bring the skin
Hold me close
Hold me down
Hold me down
Wear me down
Wear me thin
Hold me close
Hold me down
Wear me down
Wear me thin
Round to mine
Bring the wind
Bring the things you wear to parties
Round to mine
Writer(s): Christopher Charles Westray Buchan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com