Lover, Go - Alison Moyet

Do I seem to you

A thirsty flower

That supposes it is

Ripe to bloom

I’d take solace in such

A sorry shower

Yes, wash me please

Of this dust

Will you

I might sleep for all these fragrant tales

Blink belief at every

Twist as true

Make it end where I fill

Empty sails

And I’m applauding

You, and your song as new

Go lover go

I already know

Until you gift a word unheard

Go, lover go

Go

Go

Not all that breaks is to mend

Some things made strong by their bend

Not all that’s broken we seek to

Throw away only for wanting again

Go, lover

Go