Book with No Pictures

Was pouring, it stopped

The umbrella's still dripping on the kitchen floor

If you gonna leave, just leave something behind

Step in the water

And i'll pretend it's something to feel

A price for devotion, if that's what it needs

Ten thousand things to be happy about

This is a book with no pictures

So tell me at least how it starts

At line 1

We're running out of ink

This page's still empty

Feels like a robbery

Don't wear gloves

Won't call the cops

Now

Fill this blank cover

In watercolours

Draw me a smile while

I'll drown in your ocean eyes

Sentenced

In Reading Gaol

In exile

Write me a letter if that's no big sacrifice

Just say you're alright

Forget it

It's not important

Which makes it all the more important

Like a lent jacket, return it

Here is the key to your locker