Lisa hannigan - an ocean and a rock

What you at my gentle spoken friend
I lack a frame to put you in
When you're an ocean and a rock away

I feel you in the pocket of my overcoat
My fingers wrap around your words
They take the shape of games we play

I feed your words through my buttonholes
Pin them to my fingerless gloves
Green and prone to fraying

Thoughts of you,
Warm my bones
I'm on the way,
I'm on the phone,
Lets get lost,
Me and you,
An ocean and a rock
Is nothing to me.

I am far away from where you lay,
Awake the day while you fall to sleep
An ocean and a rock away

I keep you in the pockets of my dresses
And the bristles of my brushes
Spin you into my curls today

I spoon you into my coffee cup,
Spin you through a delicate wash
I wear you all day

Thoughts of you,
Warm my bones
I'm on the way,
I'm on the phone,
Lets get lost,
Me and you,
An ocean and a rock
Is nothing to me.

Thoughts of you,
Warm my bones
I'm on the way,
I'm nearly home,
Lets get lost,
Me and you,
An ocean and a rock
Is nothing to me.