I Know

Fiona Bernadette Harte


Sing me to sleep
It’s late and I’ve got nowhere to be
Laugh uncontrollably at me
I swear I won’t mind

And you can pour me whisky
Maybe even kiss me; well, that might be fine

Well, it looks like rain grows
Into the colours of the rainbow, and I know, I know, I know
That we get so lost in where we should go
Yes, I know, I know, I know


Autor(es): FIONA BERNADETTE HARTE