Icicle Works - Out of season
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Daddy, daddy,
I have found the girl that I want to live with,
Her eyes are as dark as November
When it falls on our village,
If I stand on a chair
I can see here house from my bedroom window,
She smokes cigarettes,
She says its much too late for her to stop now,
Listen do you think that she s right for me,
No, stop laughing, c mon now honestly...
Her father regards me with caution
As I wait in his library,
The scent of tobacco
And the silence of the room are inside me,
Ask but what s to gain,
And what am I to say,
I never knew the feeling when it came my way,
I m about as happy as I could be,
I really think the Spring will bring
A change in me,
There s something growing out of season