Had a northern lad. Well not exactly had. He moved like the sunset. God who painted that?. First he loved my accent. How his knees could bend. I thought we'd be ok. Me and my molasses. But I feel something is wrong. But I. I feel this cake just isn't done. Don't say that you don't. Chours:. And if you. Could see me now. Said if you. Could see me now. Girls you've got to know. When it's time to turn the page. When you're only wet. Because of the rain. Because of. You don't show much these days. It gets so fucking cold. I loved his secret places. But I can't go anymore. You change like sugar cane. Says my northern lad. Well I guess you go too far. When pianos try to be guitars. I feel the west in you. And I. I feel it falling apart too. Don't say that you don't. Chours.