Lyrics

My plastic doll with orange hair
Had eyes of blue sky glass,
An eyelid stuck in a permanent wink.
As she lay squinting in the grass.
She had a secret.
She used to be my baby.

Maybe somewhere there’s a mercy
For all those brittle things
That didn’t make the cut,
That lie there, eyes half shut
And break just before the rain

You told me from the very start that
Love would not be in our stars but
Your eyes, your lips, your fingertips,
the way they skipped along my skin,
They told me otherwise.
I took you for my baby.

Maybe somewhere there’s a mercy
For all those brittle things
That didn’t make the cut,
That lie there, their eyes half shut
And break just before the rain

Here’s to a precious moment
Believing in a lie
Falling asleep in somebody’s arms
Before the morning sky
Drips on your watercolour dream,
Watches it bleed
Into the grass

and maybe somewhere there’s a mercy
For all those brittle things
That didn’t make the cut
That lie there, their eyes half shut
And break just before the rain,
And break just before the rain