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
And take the shape of games we play

I feed your words through my buttonholes
I bring 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
Let´s 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
I wear you all day

Thoughts of you warm my bones
I´m on the way, I´m on the phone
Let´s get lost, me and you
And ocean and rock is nothing to me

Thoughts of you warm my bones
I´m on the way, I´m nearly home
Let´s get lost, me and you
An ocean and a rock is nothing to me