作词 : 0171
 作曲 : 0171
I'm sorry I didn't reply
I was doing things, I didn't think to reply
I 'm sorry it was nice
I was lying on grass with others, lying squinting
I could barely read my phone with the sun light
But yes I read it sorry
Everyone squinting together close, warm on the grass
There was hummus and a frisbee gliding back and forwards over my head
One eye closed winking, sunlight dappling over their dresses
Messes of spread and crumbs I didn't think to reply till now
I'm just sitting now, don't know what to say
How are you so far away?
Is it sunny?
The sun just went down
I thought about you days drag down slowly when it's warm, softly running
Ice creams onto the soil, we kicked a ball
About
Seems like all one moment motionless
I think about you walking through the door quickly smilling
And your hand on the handle fingers curled and closing other hand to my hair
I have to go
So much time dragging slowly
Nights a sleep, I'll try to dream of you (x3)
Nights a sleep I'll (I'll, I'll, I'll)
(Ah...)
Under kaleidoscope meshes of fabric, bodies lifted and wilted
And wound and back and forth
Laughter cut the air
Their hair twirled with the dresses
So far away, other images float and glisten among the spots of sunlight behind
Closed eyelids morphing shapes of red and black and white
Legs apart and close again
Concealing buildings leaning to the air
And midges twirling round a fading light
Shadows cast of familiar faces, place, thoughts of love
Among the thoughts of flying insects, *** and meshed faces, place
Thoughts of open door quickly, smile and get in fingers curled
And closing one eye, closed one hand, closed on another hand holding hair and neck
I missed you quickly smile into neck
Running hands rubbing back and forwards back four times
Holding forwards folding down over cotton
(Breathing sighs)
I want you quietly hands to hold too hard, holding
(breath dragging)
Breathing out of the cold, you must be cold
(Get inside)
Hands thighs
I missed you thirty times over (I missed you thirty times over)
Born limbs and taking time, holding back hands together
Hands billowing, sighs and turns thirsty thirty times over bornlimbs
And tear pillows learning again to manage taking time (Ah...)
Making marks on squinting eyes
Closing distance legs
Apart from days, dragging between then soft pressed lips parting time again
And down meaning feeling feelings
Pressing pressed lips
Mark closed eyes and down thirty times over
Turn around and soft pillow billowing cotton
Dragging hands between legs
Apart from the days, apart and nights asleep
Tears meaning apart again
Thous and words, rhythm cracks on cotton
Hands billowing, sighs and turns thirsty thirty times over born limbs
And tear pillows learning again to manage taking time
Making marks on squinting eyes
Closing distance legs
Apart from days, dragging between then soft pressed lips parting time
Part from days, dragging between them, s time
Making marks on sing eyes
Closing distance legs
A p, pressed lips, parting time again