Songtext von Scattered Black & Whites

Been climbing trees I've skinned my knees My hands are black the sun is going down She scruffs my hair in the kitchen steam She's listening to the dream I weaved today Crosswords through the bathroon door While someone sings the theme tune to the news And my sisters buzzes through the room leaving perfume in theair And that's what triggered this I come back here from time to time I shelter here somedays A high-back chair, he sits and stairs A thousand yards and whistles marching-band Kneeling by and speaking up He reaches out and I take a massive hand Disjointed tales that flit between Short trousers and a full dress uniform And he talks of people ten years gone Like I've known them all my life Like scattered black & whites I come back here from time to time I shelter here somedays I come back here from time to time I shelter here somedays