I should get round to thinking out loud round you
I should get round to letting you know
That I could get used to spending my time round you
So I should come round if that sounds alright with you
Your love was wasted in the Spring
In spite of pulses racing endlessly
A quiet breakfast, barely looked at me.
You looked as Belfast fell asleep
My expectations of the Summer brought us to the ocean
Far from London's remand
The fragile foundations of the castles in my mind
Found your line in the sand
Wait I'm on my way
I should get round to thinking out loud round you
I should get round to letting you know
That I could get used to spending my time round you
So I should come round if that sounds alright with you
Turning heads in Autumn. An empty pub in Dublin
"mon now and and sing us a song"
Somewhat dishevelled as you nestled close to me
And made me think, "what could ever go wrong?"
Connections in the Winter.
Early check ins. Chicken dinner
And the ceilings in Glasgow are high
In a leather wallet next to tattered receipts
A polaroid of you and I
Wait I'm on my way
Wait I'm on my way
I should get round to thinking out loud round you
I should get round to letting you know
That I could get used to spending my time round you
So I should come round if that sounds alright with you