Surface To Air Missive - Rosy - Lyrics
Yeah and my old friend
They seemed to be in a world where yours seemed
{better}(?...) than I do
And you find again, you thinking about her
Even though they left
Oh there's a rosy
She's making you sick
Oh a thousand words but this time coming out of your head
Yeah and the wind turns
To all of my pictures
I've found this chapter once again
But it wouldn't be too long
Till I'll waste it on a
{new page}(?...)
Oh there's a rosy
Sick of her now cause she left
Oh a thousand words but this time coming out of my head
And I'll see it's chasing me "down a hill, down a hill"
But I'll never catch a worry
And I'll see it's chasing me like "down a hill, down a hill"
But I'll never catch a worry
And I'll see it's chasing me like "down the hill, down the hill"
But I'll never catch a worry
Rosy
Yeah, my old friend
They'ven't rode with me in a long time and I don't know if
{he's}(?...) dead or alive
And to picture it oh I'd get to go and then
{I'll get to see}(?...)
Rosyyyy
