These Things - King

Drawing on a lip stained cigarette

While nervously

You play with your St. Christopher

The wind blows us around the car

We drive down country lanes

Film scores blur with the speed

These things that you do

These things that you say

These things are all that I adore

Talking until we could rip the sleep from our eyes

Exhausted

Our heads spin with wine and plans

The pictures you paint

Becaome the landscape of my heart

And although other may not see

These things that you do

These things that you say

These things are all that I adore

These things are these things are these things are

All that I adore

These things that you do

These things that you say

These things are all that I adore