Arrah & The Ferns - Bernadette lyrics

rate me

Waking up to the morning through my fishbowl

And I worry is she sleeping? Is she breathing? Is she dead?

And would I be a better mother to a kitty

Or a puppy, or chimpanzees, or maybe to your baby

Lord willing...

If I'm alive this time tomorrow

then I'll have more time to kill

and maybe we could rearrange my furniture

to make lots more room to fill

You and I we lay like fireflies retired from those summer nights

All bottled up as victims of our child's play

And when we laugh the walls are muted by our existence

Should I be a bit more persistent when I was you to stay over?

If you're willing...

You are the only one that matters

And the only one who knows

Every inch of my perimeter

From my fingers to my toes

And I don't know where we'll be tomorrow

But I have one guarantee

For these arms once held malignancy

You know that I'm willing...

I'm willing I'm willing

I'm willing to take you home

I'm willing, I'm willing

I'm willing to follow you home

I'm willing, I'm willing

I'm willing to take you home

I'm willing, I'm willing

I'm willing to call you home...