Had a northern lad, well not exactly had.
He moved like the sunset, God who painted that.
First he loved my accent. How his knees could bend.
I thought we'd be okay, me and my molasses.
But I feel something is wrong?
But I feel this cake just isn't done.

And don't say that you don't.
And if you could see me now, said if you could see me now.
Girls you've got to know when it's time to turn the page.
Or when you're only wet because of all the rain.
Because of because of all the rain, because of

He don't show much these days, it's gets so fucking cold.
I loved his secret places but I can't go anymore.
"You change like sugar cane," says my northern lad.
I guess you go too far when pianos try to be guitars.
I feel the West in you, but I, I feel it falling apart too.

And don't say that you don't.
And if you could see me now Said if you could see me now.
Girls you've got to know when it's time to turn the page.
Or when you're only wet because of all the rain.
Or when you're only wet because of all the rain.
Because? of, because of of the rain, because of
Because of of all the rain, because? of the rain

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): DONALD DENNIS, MELBOURNE MILLER, MOSES DAVIS, PAUL CROSDALE