English Teacher - Nearly Daffodils lyrics
[English Teacher - Nearly Daffodils lyrics]
Mostly it feels like a waste
So much laughter un-canned
I’d forgotten the taste
Don’t make me go back
All the plans we tiptoed around
In quiet hours; Daffodil buds
There is a reason
The first nine months doesn’t count
Nearly
Presque
Daffodils
Nearly
Presque
Daffodils
Sometimes it tears like a freight train
Through a christening
Displacing the new growth
And making everything ugly
Sometimes I want to make a home on it
To look between the wheels I’m scared of being under
I’ve started knitting in the mornings
I like to hear the birds sing
Nearly
Presque
Daffodils
Nearly
Presque
Daffodils
Last night I dreamt
That we lasted
All the way ‘til spring
But now the fields are full
Of red and blue
With nothing in between
You can lead water
To the daffodils
Mostly it feels like a waste
So much laughter un-canned
I’d forgotten the taste
Don’t make me
Nearly
Presque
Daffodils
Nearly
Presque
Daffodils
Last night I dreamt
That we lasted
All the way ‘til spring
But now the fields are full
Of red and blue
With nothing in between
You can lead water
To the daffodils
But you can’t make them drink
So much laughter un-canned
I’d forgotten the taste
Don’t make me go back
All the plans we tiptoed around
In quiet hours; Daffodil buds
There is a reason
The first nine months doesn’t count
Nearly
Presque
Daffodils
Nearly
Presque
Daffodils
Sometimes it tears like a freight train
Through a christening
Displacing the new growth
And making everything ugly
Sometimes I want to make a home on it
To look between the wheels I’m scared of being under
I’ve started knitting in the mornings
I like to hear the birds sing
Nearly
Presque
Daffodils
Nearly
Presque
Daffodils
Last night I dreamt
That we lasted
All the way ‘til spring
But now the fields are full
Of red and blue
With nothing in between
You can lead water
To the daffodils
Mostly it feels like a waste
So much laughter un-canned
I’d forgotten the taste
Don’t make me
Nearly
Presque
Daffodils
Nearly
Presque
Daffodils
Last night I dreamt
That we lasted
All the way ‘til spring
But now the fields are full
Of red and blue
With nothing in between
You can lead water
To the daffodils
But you can’t make them drink