I spy with my little tired eye
Tiny as a firefly
A pebble that we picked up last July
Down deep inside your pocket
We almost forgot it
Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?
Ooh
They said the end is coming
Everyone's up to something
I find myself running home to your sweet mornings
Outside they're push and shoving
You're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing
On the way home
I wrote a poem
You say what a mind
This happens all the time
Ooh
'Cause they said the end is coming
Everyone's up to something
I find myself running home to your sweet mornings
Outside they're push and shoving
You're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was nothing
Industry disrupters and soul deconstructors
And smooth talking hugsters
Out glad handing each other
And the voices that implore
You should be doing more
To you I can admit
That I'm just too soft for all of it
Ooh
They said the end is coming
Everyone's up to something
I find myself running home to your sweet mornings
Outside they're push and shoving
You're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing
They said the end is coming
Everyone's up to something
I find myself running home to your sweet mornings
Outside they're push and shoving
You're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing
