I saw you at the bus stop, you were looking at the floor
Eyes as wide as oysters, thought I couldn't love you more
I couldn't love you more
Lying on my carpet, checkered patterns frame your head
Mumbling that song you love by the grateful dead
How could it be you?
How can it be you?
The radio was on, the early hours drifting past
Floating in the foggy syllables of the shipping forecast
You look so peaceful when you sleep, an undertaker would be blessed
You look so peaceful when you sleep, an undertaker would be blessed

To look at you while carving out the stitches in your chest
We'll always have a Liverpool, I guess
Ghosts have their own agendas and memories, don't wanna die
So you'll haunt my sentences as long as we are both alive
The rain comes to wash away every memory and stain
And it's like we never met except for the echo of your name
The past is like an animal that just wants to survive
So you'll keep burning my sigh of tears as long as we're alive
Oh, the rain comes to wash away every memory and stain
And it's like we never met except
We'll always have a Liverpool, I guess
We'll always have Liverpool, I guess