give me comfort

give me comfort

keep me safe and sound

i never met your mother but i know she'd be proud

we went 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 of floating in between

i find it hard to sleep between those lines

those lines

ahh. shadows biting at my scuffed boot heels

i've got a loose connection like a scratched film reel

and some are searching for the loves they lost

oh they're just desperate wanderers with their dumb lit soul

and all these senses and all these scenes

i find it hard to read your quiet eyes

all that's left of floating in between

i find it hard to sleep between those lines

those lines

it's a funny old world

oh what a funny old world

you say

ahh.