Church Of Buckley

My eyes are a baptism
Oh I am filth
And sing her
To my face
Oh phantom elusive thing oh

All flowers in time bend towards the sun
I know you say that there's no-one for you
But here is one,

One that can never be known
Either all drunk with the world at her feet
Or sober with no place to go

All flowers in time bend towards the sun
I know you say that there's no-one for you
But here is one.

We could go
We can travel round
Fading farther from me
With your face in my window call

When will you weep for me
Sweet willow

It's okay to be angry
But not to hurt me
Your happiness, yes, yes, yes
Darling, Darling.

All flowers in time bend towards the sun
I know you say that there's no-one for you
But here is one, here is one... here is one