Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns I sleep with your old shirts And walk through this house in your shoes You know it's strange It's a strange way of saying That I know I'm supposed to love you I'm supposed to love you Let me see your moves Things

You know that's not the way that it's supposed to be Oh no, no no no no I never want to see you crying over me Treating your love like I don't response Time in deed, caught up on me Trapped in your tears Please set me free I plea Making you feel like

That's the beauty of a secret You know you're supposed to keep it But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange But I don't have to

Is there somebody who can watch you? I know it's me that's supposed to love you And when I'm home you know I got you I preferred it before We should ring dad more Lost our house Hold me close I stopped by, just to wash my clothes Is there somebody who