Palmistry

She slept in her car at beachy head

The indigo sky turned to fire

Then she gave into desire

Mother and father never sleep

They watch and wait for the day to begin

Then the radio played a sweet serenade and the sky crashed in

Won’t you tell me why

When I think of her it makes me cry?

Tell me what the future will be

Take my hand and practice palmistry

Won’t you tell me how

I’m supposed to carry on right now?

knowing I won’t touch her again

Feel the cold and feel the rain

She slept in her car at beachy head

The indigo sky turned to black

And then she never came back

Mother and father burn the funeral pyre

They lie down to dream of the end

Then it's tea time, endless nightlife

With their invisible friend

Then the radio played a sweet serenade

And the sky crashed in

Won’t you tell them why

When they think of her it makes them cry?

Knowing what their future will be

Take their hands and practice palmistry

Won’t you tell them how they’re supposed to carry on right now?

Knowing they won’t touch her again

Feel the cold and feel the rain

Won’t you tell me how

When I think of you it makes me cry?

Tell me what the future will be

Take my hand and practice palmistry

Won’t you tell me how

I’m supposed to carry on right now?

Knowing I won’t touch you again

Feel the cold and feel the rain