It was a Tuesday You were in your father's shirt Holes ripped through the band you never heard And smiling As the rain hit your nose An optimistic simper, a feeling of home Oh I'm trying to read into you A lovely silhouette of cheap tattoos But I'm tongue-tied, you're doe-eyed singing and stoned Oh she's so ordinary And I'd been around the sun enough to buy that wine in September so'll had you But for the time being I don't mind being Your little plug... Oh I'm trying to read into you A lovely silhouette of cheap tattoos But I'm tongue-tied, you're doe-eyed singing and stoned Oh she's so ordinary Lying on my roof, gathering some truth from the ease in your eyes But you'd be leaving soon in your double- knotted shoes And I'll stay behind