Give Me Comfort

Give me comfort Keep me safe and sound I never met your mother But I know she'd be proud We were walking down the old canal We were so young and foolish But no better now And all these senses And all these scenes I find it hard to read your quiet eyes All that's left goes floating in between I find it hard to sleep between those lies Those lies Shadows biting at my skirt (?) I've got a loose connection like a scratched filled ring And some are searching for the love they lost Oh, they're just desperate wanderers with a lonely soul And all these senses And all these scenes I find it hard to read your quiet eyes All that's left goes floating in between I find it hard to sleep between those lies Those lies "It's a funny old world Oh, what a funny old world" You say