The Cottage

For the last time I open both my eyes

For the last sight I see us running

It's wrong but I think I'll just sit tight

Then I won't remember

Bring out tomorrow

You're the thing I would've thought of

Sit down a bottle

And we'll drink it all gone

And know a setting sun will come back stronger

On the road now, heaven won't arrive

On and on round, though I know I'm going

I'll note down everything that you might like

Just know that you made me laugh

Bring out tomorrow

You're the thing I would've thought of

Sit down a bottle

And we'll drink it all gone

And know a setting sun will come back stronger

Just lay down beside me