Grass Songtext
von Dry Cleaning

I don′t mind if she doesn't make sense
It would just be nice to see her
I dream of paragliding
Should we quit our jobs
And get the best sparkle stuff
Every day I pray

Lovely
If we could
Together
Would be nice
Don′t think twice and walk


At least
Water on the ground and
She listed taste for it
Some things I don't learn
A string of beads
A crumb on a lip
I love everything that you do
His memories fade
And begin to disappear

It's fairy lore
Cows from out the mist

Lovely
If we could
Together
Would be nice
Don′t think twice about
When you hold my hand and
Water on the ground
Some things blue
Some things real


I held a piece of ice
I shed in my hands
And I shouted out an apology
And then I felt like a twat
And then I heard the track of Naked Stone
Where the way she used to be
Her eyes filled with tears
The glacier feeds the river
She said the river feeds the lake
Which plants grow from ash

Paraglider
Like a hoover or a flymo
Cut up to be like an instrument