What you at my gentie spoken friend
I lack a frame to put you in
When you're an ocean and a rock away

I feel you in the pocket of my overcoat
My fingers wrap around your words
And take the shape of games we play

I feed your words through my buttonholes I pin them to my fingerless gloves, green and prone to fraying

Thoughts of you, warm my bones
I'm on the way I'm on the phone
Lets get lost, me and you
An ocean and a rock is nothing to me

I am far away from where you lay
Awake the day while you fall to sleep
An ocean and a rock away

I keep you in the pockets of my dresses
And the bristles of my [bad word] spin
You into my curls today

I spoon you into my coffee cup
Spin you through a delicate wash
I wear you all day, I wear you all day

Thoughts of you, warm my bones
I'm on the way I'm on the phone
Lets get lost, me and you
An ocean and a rock is nothing to me

Thoughts of you, you warm my bones
I'm on the way, I'm nearly home
Lets get lost, me and you
An ocean and a rock is nothing to me