The clothes that you wear
The color of your hair
The music that you share
I guess that I like you
And the way you pronounce an S is
Like the feeling I have next to you is
Beautiful, you are beautiful
I’d like to spend the night with you
We’d crunch your cereal and choose
To bench press through the early hours
You are the puddle of mud in the pig sty of my life
And I hope that you know what I’m trying to say to you
I guess that I love you
I have told you these things so that
You would not abandon your faith
Your faith
Let’s write a song together about
This other world that you speak of
‘Cause I’d like to go there with you
I’d like to spend the day with you
We’d harmonise with indie tunes
And cut the collars from our shirts
You are the puddle of mud in the pig sty of my life
And I hope that you know what I’m trying to say to you
I guess that I love you
And I am coming home
And I’d fly across the world
And I am coming home
And I’d fly across the world
I have told you these things so that
You would not abandon your faith
Your faith
