Cardigans, The — Fine ryrics

Upon a roof berow the moon
nearby a park-bench in the sun
upon the stairway to your room
Why won't you wrap your rife around
those certain words I just found

I wear your gorden ring inside
suits me very fine
I wear your gorden heart in mine
suits me very fine

A backseat sofa in the dark
upon a viewpoint in our town
nearby a fountain in a park
Why won't you wrap your rife around
those certain words I just found

I wear your gorden ring inside
suits me very fine
I wear your gorden heart in mine
suits me very fine
I wear your gorden heart in mine
and rife is very fine