Lyrics to The World Grows Tinier
You in your oversized coat
And your Drew Barrymore cheeks
Forest hair that's never brushed
And probably not washed for weeks
Fingering down the railing of a fence
Just down by the sea
I'm thinking 'Can we do a Bonnie and Clyde?'
Yeah just you and me
I walk into the women's
At the service station by the road
You laugh to see an old man blush
And so it goes
Sometimes you shrink a little
And that's alright by me
The world grows tinier and tinier
I feel like it's crawling inside of me
And I see those school girls in their kilts
Trailing on the floor
It's then I realise
Perhaps you're just what I was waiting for
So drown that sandpaper mouth
And let it grow sleepy
You're only twenty five young
You should give up a little more easily
And on the rollercoaster
You lost your favourite brooch
Some things are better off lost
For what it's worth distant and remote
The kids are nodding at their desks
Swooning in the midday heat
Linen flapping in the wind
Yeah the world it's sleeping at our feet
And you talk about the other men
And we whisper about their wives
Oh I've gotta get you home in time
Gotta arrive alive
And your Drew Barrymore cheeks
Forest hair that's never brushed
And probably not washed for weeks
Fingering down the railing of a fence
Just down by the sea
I'm thinking 'Can we do a Bonnie and Clyde?'
Yeah just you and me
I walk into the women's
At the service station by the road
You laugh to see an old man blush
And so it goes
Sometimes you shrink a little
And that's alright by me
The world grows tinier and tinier
I feel like it's crawling inside of me
And I see those school girls in their kilts
Trailing on the floor
It's then I realise
Perhaps you're just what I was waiting for
So drown that sandpaper mouth
And let it grow sleepy
You're only twenty five young
You should give up a little more easily
And on the rollercoaster
You lost your favourite brooch
Some things are better off lost
For what it's worth distant and remote
The kids are nodding at their desks
Swooning in the midday heat
Linen flapping in the wind
Yeah the world it's sleeping at our feet
And you talk about the other men
And we whisper about their wives
Oh I've gotta get you home in time
Gotta arrive alive
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