Too Scared to Move - Owen

Cala Lily

Can you hear me

Cross-eyed again

Cursing the wealthy

And all the things they have that we don’t?

I’ll shut up and let you rest

But if I were raised to fight that would be me

Standing up against the Right on the TV

That I die in front of each night

My tail between my knees

Well, I know

That you want more from me

But I’m too scared to move

Cala Lily

Would you make room for me in this bed

So I can kick my feet and bang my head

Silently

I swear, I won’t ask again

And I know

How you need your sleep

But my skin’s crawling

Well put that book down

About the end of the world

And let your hair down

Like it’s the end of the world

And we’ll make love

Cala Lily

Will you still love me

Come the 'morrow

Knowing I’ve done nothing

But put sorrow

To a soft melody?