(tindersticks cover)
Well I know its wrong
And I know its selfish
Its such a short life
Theres so little time
You see this pattern
A patchwork without any direction
All cobbled together
In odd shape and size
Take my hand now
Well go through this mess together
But my hands are sweating
You somehow slip away
I tried to phone you
No need to shout, now
I tried to love
But never looked that hard
cos this blues is a swirling ocean
The green, my ambition
Red is the passion
Theres a lot of red
Theres a lot of red, oh...
Such a short life
Its such a short life
Yeah...
