Plain Sailing Weather

Just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather

And I can fuck up anything, anything

It was a wonderful life when we were together

And now I've fucked up every little goddamn thing

Amelie lied to me, this was supposed to be easy

I found the one damn person to help me fall asleep in the night

But sleeping gets tiring and dark reminds me of dying

And as long as this feeble heart is still beating

You will find me rushing through every room, switching on all the lights

The problem with falling in love in late-night bars

Is that there's always more nights, there's always more bars

The problem with showing your lover your scars

Is that everybody's lover is covered in scars

So give me one fine day of plain sailing weather

And I can fuck up anything, anything

It was a wonderful life when we were together

And now I've fucked up every

Things got fractious and I felt faithless

At that moment just before the dawn when everything falls apart

But baby I didn't mean it, for things to get desperate

I let slip my guard, I let go of the rudder

Now we're drifting in the current away from one another

Give me one fine day of plain sailing weather

And I can fuck up anything, anything

It was a wonderful life when we were together

And now I've fucked up everything

Give me one fine day of plain sailing weather

And I can fuck up anything, anything

It was a wonderful life when we were together

And now I've fucked up every little goddamn thing

Every little goddamn thing

Every little goddamn thing

Every little goddamn thing

Every little goddamn thing

I've been skirting 'round the rim

Of doing something brave, and not just standing, but jumping in

Of making circles into squares, of laying down

The bare facts like a burden I can't bear

But I can almost find the words

But I can see the way you'd fold your hands

Speak my name like a curse upon your pretty lips

The pressured white behind your fingertips

And when you see me for all that I am

I couldn't make mistakes to make a difference any more

I'd throw myself down on my knees at your hands

And beg you for forgiveness for my fuckups and my faults

And maybe you'd relent and return my hope for our forever

Lift up your precious hands and then bring yours and mine together

So give me one fine day of plain sailing weather

Just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather