Joining The Dots

Been trying to think of something colourful for the season
Pull the wool over the gullible for no reason
You are all I have these days, shake it up and run away
With the night squabbling behind you
From the smoke in your hair
To the blood in your bruise
And the bows on the shoes you kicked off
I’m joining the dots
I’m joining the dots
I thought I heard them talking in their sleep yesterday
And I tried but I just can’t believe a word they say
Hurry up, they’ll be here soon, sleeping in the afternoon
While the rain is trying to prove a point outside
From the smoke in your hair
To the blood in your bruise
And the bows on the shoes you kicked off
I’m joining the dots
I’m joining the dots
I’m joining the dots
Those people make me cough
Can’t the flame come up to the moth for a change?
And darling, if it’s all the same to you
I’ll have you to myself
I’m joining the dots
I’m joining the dots
Have a listen to it, I don’t know…