Sour Face

Maybe when I think of you again

I will feel better without this sour face

‘Cause it is hard for me to think

With a bee buzzing in my ear

For yourself and everyone

Pull apart the fact to make it better

Say it’s not beautiful and to war we go

Colour it in fuchsia future people come together

Breath and use your open mouth

Use it again and call my nature

Know I don’t give it away

This autumn leaves with every weathered mountain

To break up gradually we mend it’s our luck

Know the grass that grows around me I feel it still

Maybe when I think of you again

I will feel better without this sour face

‘Cause it is hard for me to think

With a bee buzzing in my ear

To break up gradually we mend it’s our luck

Know the grass that grows around me I feel it still

Maybe when I think of you again

I will feel better without this sour face

‘Cause it is hard for me to think

With a bee buzzing in my ear

Maybe in time when the seas rise

And this barrier will not seem so high

I can hardly think what we have done

To a land of pleasures to everyone