Courting The Squall - Guy Garvey

In the hills it’s an overcoat colder

Come by, see me

If big things, life things are waves at your door

Come by, see me

Come grab a sleep on my floor

No more courting the squall

You’re out with a friend in the capital

I’m a thousand leagues under the sea

You’re hovering worriedly over your eggs

And I’m pondering trees

I’m wandering long

And I’m pondering trees

For you and me

In the hills it’s an overcoat colder

Come by, see me

If big things, life things are waves at your door

Come by, see me

Come grab a sleep on my floor

No more courting the squall

You’re out with a friend in the capital

I’m a thousand leagues under the sea

You’re hovering worriedly over your eggs

And I’m pondering trees

I’m wandering long

And I’m pondering trees

For you and me

I’m the son of a saint and a leader of men

And I’m neither of them but I’m yours

I’ll build us a house out of wrestlerock shale

With some everyday windows

An anytime roof

And I’ll open the doors

To you and yours

Just pondering trees

For you and me