Lisa Hannigan - Blurry

 

 

Blurry, like a railroad journey
You get down so
You need the music that it brings

You've got someone in your head
Another in your business
And several in your open arms
Sometime, sometime

Maybe, you'll pin nothing else on me
I get down sometimes
And I am perforated plenty

Hits you on the train
You don't know where your headin' to
Or even where you started out from

And no one ever talks to me like you do
I don't like what you say, but at least it's true
No, yeah
Oh, yeah