Beachcomber's Windowsill

I am a seabird you are the arctic ocean I know your seasons and your sanctuaries And when I'm wheeling over your wild white horses I know There's nowhere else that I belong I am a small town you are a tornado And down the high street you tear into me

E Curled up in the back of the car, E 9 years old you dont know where you are A And your head's on the window, your eyes are just closed, A Theres a voice in the front and a hush on the road, E E6 E E6 You're a passenger but your mind is travelling o

Six a.m. you left me for the last time On my doorstep blinking in the sunshine Blamed and framed I'm frozen in the picture Hanging in the space you left inside me Climbed upstairs into the final scene Waiting for the credits to appear For all the yea

I caught the sun on my way home, my way home I caught the sun on my way home, my way home When i got lost in thinkin' I missed the train on my way home, my way home I missed the train on my way home, my way home Cos i was still day dreaming Oh and i

Conquers shining on the ground, The air is cooler And i feel like i just started uni Walking backwards to my van Your at your window, And im tripping every time i think of Lying in your attic I can feel the static The storm has broken, Heavens open S

Waiting for a train Going nowhere in a nowhere station Staying up last night Going nowhere with my trains of thought Sleeping with your boy Going nowhere in a long distance relation Blinded of your senses By the fear of unrequited love Once more I wo