It will come around
But everything is now
I know everything is right now
The loneliness is a lot
But the nothing weighs a ton
I mean the nothing weighs a fucking ton

That half of the bed
Empty like a page
Of the curses claims you've yet to make
Oh, the promising light
Bending like a spine
Or the whiteness that your pen could write

Get these bandages off
You cant stand, you can walk
Leave these towels apart
You get up, you get out
Into the sun

That's where we belong
Been a bit too long
All our weaknesses are growing strong
And winter always ends
With water on your limbs, the April rain comes swinging in

Take these bandages off
Let me stand, let me walk
Leave these towels apart
Let me up, let me out,
Into the sun

Oh, come she will
Come she will
Come, she will
Come she will
She will

She comes, oh,
She comes, son,
She cooooomes

She comes, oh,
She comes, son,
She cooooomes

She comes, oh,
She comes, son,
She cooooomes

She comes, oh,
She comes, son,
She cooooomes

She comes, oh,
She comes, son,
She cooooomes

She comes, oh,
She comes, son,
She cooooomes

She comes, oh,
She comes, son
She cooooomes

Writer : Baker, Timothy John
Copyright : Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.