You’ve got a knack for finding songs that make me cry

It's like you knew I'd sing them, home alone at night

Same old white suit of armour

Polish off your ego after

I wouldn't care for clothes, if it would make you mine

We drove alone, into an oil painted scene

Some kind of high I'd never felt beneath my knees

Some kind of beauty, only pinned on boards at home, you owe me

For showing something that nobody else could see, so

Why won't you devote a part to me

I've strained out all the leaves and dirt from your tea

Why won't you desert autonomy

For me

You cast a shadow over every man I see

It's like I pay a tax for every time you leave, oh

Don't give permission from myself to look at what I'm missing

Foundry child, I cry and tug upon your sleeve, so

Why won't you devote a part to me

I've strained my eyes, I've searched for all the keys

Why won't you desert autonomy

For me, for me

For me, for me

For me