Julie Doiron - He Pa**es Number Thirty-Three lyrics

There's no beast, obviously The floor just creaks, obviously The morning with coffee was snowy and sweet And there was this small, snow-white dog who was barking at our feet, honestly Honestly Drove all day to the vacant beach Grey mist hanging over the sea Alleys clogged with magazines And the boardwalk is empty The house in the valley is open this week Imagine the sea looking in at the slowly moving sheets - honestly Honestly If you feel weak, leave it to me If you need sleep, leave it to me Need a walk on the beach, leave it to me Leave it to me, leave it to me If you feel weak, leave it to me If you need sleep, leave it to me Need wool socks for your feet, leave it to me Shoulder on which to sleep And an ear into which to weep, leave it to me Leave it to me, leave it Leave it to me to not speak When I pa** you on the street Leave it to me to feel weak To run from you To not speak When I pa** you on the street Leave it to me to feel weak, I feel weak Number thirty-three, leave it to me Number thirty-three, leave it to me