Plain White Shirt

In my dissembled state of fear

When losing touch and scared to tears

Why don’t you do what you’re told

Your agenda in the drawer

Your bag in a train to berlin

 

Now I’m home

And I fear your fall

There’s a feeling telling me to call

Please don’t burn this out

You’re close

 

I know my dress could be more adequate

A lawyer’s robe or some white coat

Though I’m pretty sure you’ll love

To see us running up that hill in a plain white shirt

 

Cause I don’t wanna be

Picking songs to cry to at a funeral

While all my friends are going out tonight

And I’m afraid of getting closer, but don’t you worry about me

I just want you to keep it (keep it)

keep it under your skin

 

Now I’m home

And I fear your fall

There’s a feeling telling me to call

Please don’t burn this out

You’re close