One & Only
I met you when I was only 18,
lay down in the wet grass tracing words upon our skin.
Bowed my heart like a willow to the water to be your one and only lover.
I remember a kindred smile, I remember fires by the sea,
I remember sleeping by the roadside and waking up to joggers passing by.
You lost the plot in a city I can't recall, I lost the dream we were thinking of,
sharp as a pin, so lost without surrender.
But I bowed my heart like a willow to the water to be your one and only lover.
Let my hand fall back into place, cocoon you between a rock and a hard place.
Say to you I will let you in but I never did...
But I bowed my heart like a willow to the water to be your one and only lover,
cause you are my love. You are my love.
Writer/s: French For Rabbits
