Weak Knees

I'm bored, let's breed, seriously

This cardy's a pullover

Concede and lay bets on concessions ahead

Golden days of sunsets and weak knees

But don't listen to the voice inside your head

And don't listen to the ghosts under your bed

We're all sleeping on graves 

On bones and nitrates

We're all waiting for someone

To fill the days

I woke into confusion about when

Timelines stretching out and back again

And I couldn't know just when it was I'd woke into

Were years ahead or had they gone and left us with weak knees?

But don't listen to the voice inside your head

And don't listen to the ghosts under your bed

We're all sleeping on graves 

On bones and nitrates

We're all waiting for someone

To fill the days

I'll fold my hand, call it a day, bow out

And lay my head down for the night

At least I've got you, my love

You always make the bitter a bit bittersweet