I Need A Home For My Hands And Head

Sunday promises

I cannot wait till eight

and black is black

and white is white

you can't escape your troubled mind

she is climbing in the sea

she is swimming in the trees

and everyday is just the last time that I see you

and darling, I need a place to stay

does your pocket have any space?

send me into bed and under the sheets

and I heard somewhere that our lips want to meet

and I'll make you a coat out of rain

I made it with the hell in my veins

the words that I should have said

go in the back of my head

you can leave if you want

just leave your little hands with me

you don't need it and I don't want it

I don't need it and you don't want it

signed teenage love