Thinking of You

Thinking of you
All through the morning
I’m thinking of you
All through the evening
I’m thinking of you
And the way that your holy water grew
I met a girl
Under the water
It made me recall
How I wanted a daughter
But you never gave me Nothing that I could hold on to But I wrote you letters by the phone
And I wrote you every night alone
But who are you walking around with?
Buttercup
He was my lord
And I was his lady
But I soon grew tired of The lazy days
When I moved away
And I thought of him often
He came to me nights
In my rose coloured dreams
Thinking of you
All through the morning
I’m thinking of you
All through the evening
I’m thinking of you
And the way that your holy water grew
But I wrote you letters by the phone
And I wrote you every night alone
But who are you walking around with?
Buttercup