Comfort Lyrics

David Mead

We're talking trash again like long sedated lovers Baby what's become of us A latent memory of southern springs and summers Maybe winter in New York
It's started raining now on all my best intentions I'm putting on my heavy coat I'll take an airplane and leave the worst unmentioned Blame it on a lack of time
When I was given to easy answers I swept you off your feet But now the dancing days are gone You sleep alone, leave the radio on
I'm high above it now the clouds a pillow for me I consider even more You have the softest eyes, the grace to wash and comfort All the kids on Jersey Shore
And I believe in easy answers Coming home for Christmas Minding manners all along I sleep alone, leave the radio on
Yeah I believe in easy answers Something permanent But only chances make the song We sleep alone with the radio on We sleep alone with the radio on

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