Like a sentry sitting idle on the curb
Waiting hours in the sun
As I buried my head in the sand
You watched as I came undone
And in the pain I found the traces of some thing I might have missed
You drawing circles on the inside of my wrist
Where do I go next?
I found a home in the heat and the depth...
Where do I go next?
And the breadth of your chest
And why can't we have this all the time?
Cause it sticks in the throat like sour wine
And in the pain I found the traces of some thing I might have missed
You drawing circles with your finger on my wrist
Just a little more, I'm fine
You're not fine
I get like this all the time
The time, it's fine, it's time...
Where do I go next?
I found a home in the heat and the depth...
Where do I go next?
And the breadth of your chest
Blubby holding onto me
Tight as tight can be
Blubby whispering softly, "it will be okay"
And I will not give over to the fear
The devils voice and tongue inside my ear
I'm armoured from any threat I meet
Because you let me lay my troubles at your feet
Blubby holding onto me
Tight as tight can be
Blubby whispering softly, "it will be okay"