Photograph - Clare and the Reasons

Ok - Brooke Barrettsmith You're running head first into empty alleys dark And so mysterious Careful or you'll lose yourself I can see you holding on to anything

I haven't much I want to do Would you like to come and do that too We got all the wine the weather's fine Let's turn this bad day right around to good Even when

Here we are in Ditmasville The night is quiet on this hill The porches and the gardens make us stay Where simple is but simple goes away She hears her neighbors

Why do I keep writing songs you can芒聙聶t hear My lips will move Are you listening Why do I always keep righting your wrongs We've grown so tired And we hurry

Everyone is watching me They can see my face is getting flushed Even though anonymous This is getting public Ooooh you hurt me so You hurt me so Ooooh you hurt