sweetest decline
Singer:beth orton
she weaves secrets in her hair
the whispers are not hers to share
and my heart sinks with the sun
and a new day has not yet begun
just sitting on your porch
drinking in your sweetest decline
what's the use in regrets
they're just things we haven't done yet
they're just lessons we haven't learned yet
and my heart sinks with the sun
it's like catching snow on my tongue
it's like catching snow on my tongue
just sitting on your porch
drink in your sweetest decline
they're just lessons we haven't learned yet
it's like catching snow on your tongue
you can't pin this butterfly down
can't pin this butterfly down