Stolen Ribs Songtext
von Rosie Turton

Maybe it′s a holiday I need
And maybe you're the holiday
Maybe it′s like Portugal outside
Maybe it's not
You said maybe was a word like mine
Sounded like mine
Something I would say
But I say maybe as a word like yours
Mine too
Mine too
I'm pretty sure I feel whole around you
Despite the hole around you
Despite the hole
I hear music in the background of your life
That′s why I love walking into it
Because they always score peace for the arrival of a heart
But they also score peace for the arrival of heartache
My heart aches
Yours too
Yours too


And I don′t want to be heartache
For you
For you
I guess pink and blue is not really my colour
I'd probably stick with greys
Peanut butter
The problem is, girl, I know you well
′Cause I've lived life in hell
You too
You too
And tar is all they are cooking there
They′re all like you
But they're nothing like you
I wish they were
But only a storm will make a man from boys
I guess it′s 'cause I love you though
I don't want nothing from you though
Not even that rib you took from me
When we were back there
In the garden
Tell me are you listening?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
So much to say
So little time
So many questions
The answer is mine
So many questions
Are you mistaken?
So many faces
Seem to know it all
But seem mistaken
Though it looks like it all