England's dreaming, Winter absent I take my books back, change my accent First in the library You queue up behind me, frost-bitten in French mittens Take care on the corner Sliding on white grass I catch up with your shadow but you're walking too fast
Don't hide the treasures you've found in a hole in the ground How 'bout the tree back your house where the owls go Or in between the attic and the basement Somewhere it's not dark, dark, dark, dark
Attic in a basement with a knife serrated, I'll protect you Don't hide the pleasures you've found in your rolling around Where all the leaves have been swept and the flowers grow And don't go finding a replacement, I promise I'll show you heart, heart, heart, heart
Finding replacement with a heart sedated, I'll forget you And you won't make a sound or be nervous around piles of pictures So old that that it feels like it is ending
And you shout out loud And you're bursting with pride 'Cause they don't let you talk And your heart is finally mending
It's not too late now to change your mind The grass gets greener when you get to the finish line
And you won't make a sound or be nervous around piles of pictures So old that it feels like it is ending It shouldn't feel like it is ending
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England's dreaming, Winter absent
I take my books back, change my accent
First in the library
You queue up behind me, frost-bitten in French mittens
Take care on the corner
Sliding on white grass
I catch up with your shadow but you're walking too fast
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Don't hide the treasures you've found in a hole in the ground
How 'bout the tree back your house where the owls go
Or in between the attic and the basement
Somewhere it's not dark, dark, dark, dark
Attic in a basement with a knife serrated, I'll protect you
Don't hide the pleasures you've found in your rolling around
Where all the leaves have been swept and the flowers grow
And don't go finding a replacement,
I promise I'll show you heart, heart, heart, heart
Finding replacement with a heart sedated, I'll forget you
And you won't make a sound or be nervous around piles of pictures
So old that that it feels like it is ending
And you shout out loud
And you're bursting with pride
'Cause they don't let you talk
And your heart is finally mending
It's not too late now to change your mind
The grass gets greener when you get to the finish line
And you won't make a sound or be nervous around piles of pictures
So old that it feels like it is ending
It shouldn't feel like it is ending
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