Susan Enan Monoplain
Love is on the edge about as far as you can get
Waiting for the last goodbye that hasn't happened yet
We used to smell the fear when compromise was hidden here
Ohh ohh ooohh
We need to make some water but we're all too tired to cry
So row down your river 'till your river runs dry
Love is good and stuck I'm just too tired to dig it up
Buried in a shallow grave, blamed upon bad luck
Blue has made it's bed and all the memories underread
Ohh ohh ooohh
We need to make some water but we're all too tired to cry
So row down your river 'till your river runs dry
Love's a song to sing but love walks out when you walk in
Home to the place I can't remember living in
Every word's the same a language on a monoplain
Ohh ohh ooohh
We need to make some water but we're all too tired to cry
So row down your river 'till your river runs dry
We need to make some water but we're all too tired to cry
So row down your river 'till your river runs dry
