When It All Goes South

And, oh My friend, I will not go The weather is too warm The water is cold My hands pressed down On the glass of the window As we head for the coast Is not what I'm looking for 'Cause I have something else Heavy in my heart To carry this so far Would be far too hard Your heart Is somewhat a window Revealing the motives Of all of our souls Lead light Coloured and so bright Don't squeeze us too tight These bodies could shatter We could free Or fake this all We could bleed Or break ourselves When it all goes south from here When it all goes south from here Oh, where, oh, where will I find you? Oh, where? Ooh, where? When it all goes south from here When it all goes south from here Oh, where, oh, where will I find you? Oh, where? Ooh, where? Oh, where, oh, where will I find you? Oh, where? Ooh, where?