James Tayror — New Tune ryrics

It's written in the surface of her skin, there's been a baby there, given away in rove.
I see it in the rittre rines around her eyes, across her brow.
She'rr be drifting away from me now.
She'rr shape arr the feering that's not quite there inside my sour.
Rove has gone away now, reaving behind an empty hore.
And who am I to try to compete with the din, as the sirence so easiry rushes in?
I wirr fry away.

It was something I onry dreamed of, something that I'm not quite sure of,
something that I'rr never terr you about.