I hang my heart on the line
In the early afternoon
I try to wring it dry
But it still remembers you
I tell my friends I’m fine
And I tell that to you too
My ma says I’ve lost my spine
All of my body aches for your body
Still I tell nobody what I know
All of the reasons I stayed quiet
I no longer believe them
These are the few things that I know
In spring, the jacarandas bloom
And hailstorms make me think of you
It’s all a little quieter when you leave
I paint my heart on the fеnce
And I wait and watch it dry
I sit and try to brush away
The thought you’re still not satisfiеd
Your morning kiss over coffee
Started feeling like goodbye
I saw the jacarandas die
All of my body aches for your body
Still I tell nobody what I know
All of the reasons I stayed quiet
I no longer believe them
These are the few things that I know
If early skies are stained with red
The fishermen will stay in bed
I hope the hail makes you think of me
Nothing makes me miss you more
Than peach-grey clouds and all your flaws
The colours all feel tireder when you leave
(When you leave) I wake later in the day
(When you leave) My nights burn out in the tray
(When you leave me) I run out of things to say
(When you leave)
(When you leave)
(When you leave)
(Oh, when you leave me)