Drawing on a lip stained cigarette
While nervously
You play with your St. Christopher
The wind blows us around the car
We drive down country lanes
Film scores blur with the speed
These things that you do
These things that you say
These things are all that I adore
Talking until we could rip the sleep from our eyes
Exhausted
Our heads spin with wine and plans
The pictures you paint
Becaome the landscape of my heart
And although other may not see
These things that you do
These things that you say
These things are all that I adore
These things are these things are these things are
All that I adore
These things that you do
These things that you say
These things are all that I adore