Elbow - Scattered Black And Whites |
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Scattered Black And Whites
Elbow Been climbing trees I've skinned my knees My hands are black the sun is going down While someone sings the theme tune to the news She scruffs my hair in the kitchen steam Crosswords through the bathroon door She's listening to the dream I weaved today And my sisters buzzes through the room leaving perfume in the air I come back here from time to time And that's what triggered this I shelter here somedays A thousand yards and whistles marchingA highKneeling by and speaking up Disjointed tales that flit between He reaches out and I take a massive hand Like I've known them all my life And he talks of people ten years gone Like scattered black & whites I come back here from time to time Short trousers and a full dress uniform I shelter here somedays I come back here from time to time I shelter here somedays |
