Sex, Death and Landscapes

Sex, death and landscapes
It’s all about the mistakes
And how you did them well
I fell for you in the summer
And that was bummer
Because you left in the spring
Don’t sigh
Nothing’s going to take you away from me girl
You were there all along
An old boy on a park bench
Thinking in the past tense
Looking for the words
I’ll wash my face tomorrow
And for the days that follow
I’ll do it again
Don’t sigh
Nothing’s going to take you away from me girl
You were there all along
Sex, death and landscapes
It’s all about the mistakes
And how you did them well
I fell for you in the summer
And that was bummer
Because you left in the spring
Don’t sigh
Nothing’s going to take you away from me girl