Album Name : Fiction in Photographs
Release Date : 2009-06-14
Song Duration : 2:45
Dan Mills Socks
When you go, take my coat with you
So when it snows I’ll stay wrapped around your shoulders
When you drink, raise your glass to me
And you can think of all the inconvenient ways the days would pass for me and you
And if you sing, sing my songs
‘Cause if you sang anyone else’s you won’t think of me for nearly
As long as I live I’ll always find your socks in my bed
My bed, socks in my bed, my bed, my little bed
I always find your socks in my bed, my bed
I’ll always find your socks in my bed
And in the morning, whisper softly
‘Cause these walls are paper thing
Take a pair of my Golden Toes
And was them in your laundry and I’ll use them when we sleep on 33rd
And when we’re old, old and grey
Would you properly issue pills into the pillbox that I need for the day
That I die will be the day there aren’t socks in my bed
[chorus]
Well there was a mouse and I found him in the bathroom of your
Second floor apartment but you thought he was adorable
So I watched as he navigated mazes you created using empty paper towel rolls and boots
So if you sing, sing my songs
‘Cause if you sing anyone else’s you won’t think of me for nearly as long
As I live, I’ll always find your socks in my bed