Ben Howard
Oats In The Water
Go your way, I’ll take the long way 'round,
Oh, I’ll find my own way down,
Oh as I should.
And hold your gaze, there's coke in the Midas touch,
A joke in the way that we rust,
And breathe again.
And you’ll find loss
And you’ll fear what you found.
When weather comes tearing down.
There'll be oats in the water, There'll be birds on the ground
There'll be things you never asked her,
Oh, how they tear at you now.
Go your way, I’ll take the long way 'round,
I’ll find my own way down,
Oh as I should.
And hold your gaze,
As coke in the Midas touch
A joke in the way that we rust,
And breathe again.
And you’ll find loss
And you’ll fear what you found.
When weather comes tearing down
There'll be oats in the water,
There'll be birds on the ground
There'll be things you never asked her,
Oh, how they tear at you now
From Paroles Mania