(Oh, you're recording? Fuck! Oop-)
Henry says:
"I have no power on my phone
Yet no fear I will not get home
The bus will point to Croydon
Or I'll just cross the road till it does"
And if that doesn't work, I'll walk beside
Tramlines 'til skyscrapers
Bow down to greet me
You can't be lost in a city within a city
That would never stop
To ask you how you've been
And when the flowers wilt
True north will tilt
As we become hopeful again
And while I know my love will never be enough to sing my enemies to sleep
It'll make snow angels out of all their bad dreams
The bus doesn't get any faster
I've just lived a little longer
So proportionally I cradle grave
As the pavement blurs beneath
And I will picture you, as I always do
Pissed I'd made you miss the 463
When we were only fifteen
As your world caved in so briefly
But I'll always stop
To ask you how you've been
And when the flowers wilt
True north will tilt
As we become hopeful again
And while I know my love will never be enough to sing my enemies to sleep
It'll make snow angels out of all their bad dreams
And I'd still walk the hour and a half
From my house to your trampoline
And I'll still beat the bus that took me
From dentist to dragging you along the concrete
When we were tranquil
When we were translucent
When we were tranquil and translucent
And I'll always stop
To ask you how you've been
And when the flowers wilt
True north will tilt
As we become hopeful again
And while I know my love will never be enough to sing my enemies to sleep
It'll make snow angels out of all their bad dreams
While I know my love is not enough
It'll make snow angels
Sing my enemies to sleep again
Out of all their bad dreams
