I'm running low on petrol, got to go to the station
Which reminds me of the cover of a Field Music album
I'm certain it's the one on the outskirts of Heaton
Across the park near my old house in Newcastle
Sometimes I wish I spoke French
You would be so impressed
How do you enjoy yourself? Well, you buy candles
Which explains the myriad of smells in our house
One room smells like lemon another just like linen
One is like the forest and one I can't work out
It's just a matter of time
Swear to God I'm feeling fine
Everything is different now
Swear to God I'm feeling fine
Send me a letter
Send your location
Let's name our children
After our
Favourite equations
Give me a clue
Give me the truth
And don't you ever think about space sometimes
It's really quite interesting
You know nothing
You know it all
This is why I was terrified
But it was necessary
You're making me
Into something new
Something I don't want to be but
Something I have to
Help me to see
Help me to breathe
On occasion I need reminding
It's simple, it's just
In out in out
In out in out
In out in out
In out in out