Give Me Comfort - Liz Lawrence

Give me comfort

Keep me safe and sound

I never met your mother

But I know she'd be proud

We were walking down the old canal

We were so young and foolish

But no better now

And all these senses

And all these scenes

I find it hard to

Read your quiet eyes

All that's left goes

Floating in between

I find it hard to

Sleep between those lies

Those lies

Shadows biting at my skirt

I've got a loose connection

Like a scratched filled ring

And some are searching

For the love they lost

Oh they're just desperate

Wanderers with a lonely soul

And all these senses

And all these scenes

I find it hard to read your quiet eyes

All that's left goes

Floating in between

I find it hard to

Sleep between those lies

Those lies

It's a funny old world

Oh what a funny old world

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