Music: Ella Hunt/Jimmy Hogarth
Took your baby to ice cream
He's a blue-eyed silver lining
And when he cries, he looks like you
You're the blindspot when I'm driving
Turn my head, but there's just road
You're the creases in the ironing
In my breathing when it slows
Sweet peas by the bedside
And a lump in my throat
Turn my head, but there's just road
There's a short fuse in the wiring
Stood here spiraling
I can't help the misfiring
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And when hะต cries, he looks like you
You're the blindspot when I'm driving
Turn my head, but there's just road
You're the creases in the ironing
In my breathing when it slows
Sweet peas by the bedside
And a lump in my throat
Turn my head, but there's just road
Turn my head, but there's just road