Paper Bird - Come Back lyrics

I'm doing it? Yes!
I did much calls
Hey come on, race me up to the sledge
Hey, keep up to the sledge!

This is a phone call from
Five hundred miles away
Where you've still got summer
While I'm stuck in some autumn rain
It even creeps in underneath the windowsill
It lies in my bed, it eats my food
And it breaks my will

And all the pretty boys and girls
Wrap themselves in fashionable cloth
And I wear your green sweater and
Behave like it's all I got
It's my bridge to your summer
To everything you caught in the sea
Next time you throw out your fishing rod
I wish it would tangle up 'round me

And you would come back
Come back, come back, come back

No, that's no life living with such wet eyes
But there's no way of living
Life without some compromise
This state is seriously starting
To blur my view
And I should have other things to write about
Than just how much I miss you

So come back, come back, come back, come back

Takes too much time to wallow in self-pity
And too much time to think and sit
And try to make myself pretty
But there's a pile of work
Including writing silly songs
There's a radiator these days to keep me warm

Every stupid joke I make
Comes out so sarcastic
My laughter doesn't tend to
Be very long lasted i'm out of tune
I called just to hear your voice speak
They may call it pathetic I think this
Time it's fun to be weak

Come back, come back, come back, come back