#aerach

Lyrics, as far as I can make out: I walk alone to meet him in Eyre Square, I don’t know why crowds of people make me scared. I can see his breath - it’s floating in the air. He lands a kiss, I blush, an old lady stares. He says “your hands are always cold” He says “warm them in my coat” I wrap them in the folds He says “you’re like a fucking ghost”

Head in his hands, Is buried in my beard. Soft and comfortable both sitting in one chair. We’ll plan something nice if we make it to a year He plucks a hair, I flinch and knock his beer, He says “my trousers are fucking soaked” I laugh “go dry them by the stove” He said “there’s diamonds in the coal” I say “go on, propose so”

He will never know that day I loved him so In his underwear, he was butter and burnt toast Oooooh ooooh Ooooh oooooooh