He's still sleepin' The blues they keepin'
True man at the weekend His hair real dark, he wears socks on
He's sunny inside because his phone's off So much we don't say
Face to face There's things we can't say
But we pray he'll wait
It's a great thing to sit back in an armchair and watch the world go by in front of you
Go back there to St. Johns and the people there get used to looking at the world from a sitting position
I don't quite get you
When they really do pass through it they don't say anything
Don't just wipe right through life Muff his hands untied
So much we don't say Face to face
There's things we can't say But we pray he'll wait
Once you share the dreams Once you share the dreams
Now they're stuck inside her phone screen
Once you share the dreams Once you share the dreams
Now they're stuck inside her phone screen
She's not sleepin' Both hands to the ceiling
In her screen her esteem's deepening
Don't just wipe right through life Muff his hands untied
Muff his hands untied
It's a great thing to sit back in an armchair and watch the world go by in front of you
Go back there to St. Johns and the people there get used to looking at the world from a sitting position
I don't quite get you
When they really do pass through it they don't say anything
Once you share the dreams Once you share the dreams
Now they're stuck inside her phone screen
Once you share the dreams Once you share the dreams
Now they're stuck inside her phone screen
Once you share the dreams Once you share the dreams
Now they're stuck inside her phone screen
Once you share the dreams Once you share the dreams
Now they're stuck inside her phone screen