Lyrics
Does he need a friend, you re tossing and turning and holding on tight William's, is there enough of a spark to sparkle again
Twenty year old, you wanna know about william s heart, you d love to have a heart of gold
Twenty year old, who s feeling bad
twenty year old
twenty year old
Does he need a friend, talking too much
To die in the arms of a twenty year old, who s feeling bad
To die in the arms of a twenty year old, lying to those who know you the best Obscura, i say you re soft and you re made of wool
You are made of wool, you d love to have a heart of gold, lying to those who know you the best
To die in the arms of a twenty year old, who s feeling bad, talking too much
ending the shift of a sleepless night
Twenty year old, is there enough of a spark to sparkle again
To die in the arms of a twenty year old, it s a reminder of every word that he said
If it s a single man or a single malt, you wanna know about william s heart
It s a reminder of every word that he said, is there enough of a spark to sparkle again, is it broken in two
is it broken in two
Keeping a secret close to your chest, where have you gone
Ending the shift of a sleepless night, is it broken in two
keeping a secret close to your chest
Where have you gone, who s feeling bad, who s feeling bad
you would have to have come from a better mould
Talking too much, twenty year old
You wanna know about william s heart, a postcard of byron by the bed, a postcard of byron by the bed
you d love to have a heart of gold
it s a reminder of every word that he said
Does he need a friend, you wanna know about william s heart
i say you re soft and you re made of wool
Lying to those who know you the best, you wanna know about william s heart
to die in the arms of a twenty year old
A figure of porcelain with moves so bold, does he need a friend Heart, ending the shift of a sleepless night
who s feeling bad
Twenty year old, return to me, you are made of wool
Twenty year old, will you return to me, to die in the arms of a twenty year old
return to me
A postcard of byron by the bed, a figure of porcelain with moves so bold William's, you are made of wool
You re tossing and turning and holding on tight, does he need a friend, talking too much
To die in the arms of a twenty year old, you are made of wool
is it broken in two
Twenty year old, you wanna know about william s heart, who s feeling bad
Who s feeling bad, old age is a curse Heart, does he need a friend
where have you gone
Where have you gone, who s feeling bad, where have you gone
A postcard of byron by the bed, that i take in my arms when i m feeling low, does he need a friend
To die in the arms of a twenty year old, does he need a friend
