Текст песни clear thoughts of morning - Field Medic

clear thoughts of morning

I’m not much of a charmer
Just a boy who grinds his teeth
The boy who grinds the coffee beans
She sees me underwater
When she skates my icy creek
And she wonders what the blade marks mean
The season of the snow man
The season of the pine tree
Weeping needles fresh
From winds beating
As a blanket I am fleeting
As a mirror she’s lost to me
And I’m sure her scarf and mittens disagree
Tell me what am I supposed to say
When you’re kissing me awake?
Just before you’re crying
«I should leave»
Cause you’re ashamed?
Sometimes we’re both no good
So go on run
Cause all them dolls got eyes
And could illustrate them pretty
My love her eyes
Go unadorned
And see right through me
I cannot avoid
Clear thoughts of morning
If she wants to leave me
She should leave me
Without warning