Oats In The Water by Ben Howard

Go your way

I’ll take the long way ‘round

I’ll find my own way down

As I should

And hold your gaze

There’s coke in the Midas touch

A joke in the way that we rust

And breathe again

And you’ll find loss

And you’ll fear what you found

When the weather comes

Tearing down

There’ll be oats in the water

There’ll be birds on the ground

There’ll be things you never asked her

Oh how they tear at you now

Go your way

I’ll take the long way 'round

I’ll find my own way down

As I should

And hold your gaze

There’s coke in the Midas touch

A joke in the way that we rust

And breathe again

And you’ll find loss

And you’ll fear what you found

When the weather comes

Tearing down

There’ll be oats in the water

There’ll be birds on the ground

There’ll be things you never asked her

Oh how they tear at you now