Harry’s eyes—waterfall—
Smoulder burn with pain (something kinda nice)
Harry’s love—his heart—
Patters down like rain (something kinda warm)
If you had a stethoscope
You could hear her name (something kinda close)
C In the dark of the evening
In the dark of the evening
Oscar’s grind and wounds that never heal
Harry’s hands—his strength—
Tumbles in the sheets (something kinda warm)
Harry’s arse—his life—
Crumbles in the sun (something kinda soft)
If you were an astronaut
You could touch her toes (something kinda fine)—C