Liz Lawrence – I’d Rather

All my days are getting longer,
the shadows at my feet are getting taller,
all my nights are getting shorter,
there’s trouble with my sleeping heart,
there’s trouble with my sleeping heart,

I’m drinking for two,
i don’t know what to do with my day,
get out of bed a thousand ways,
and the queen wears her jeans as she’s watching tv,
she yells at that screen, you don’t know what you mean,
oh we’re all confused, oh I swear that wasn’t me,
that wasn’t the person my mother brought me up to be,

All my days are getting longer,
the shadows at my feet are getting taller,
all my nights are getting shorter,
there’s trouble with my sleeping heart,
there’s trouble with my sleeping heart,

Mine, mine is the face of every mistake that you made,
and no you cannot start again,
And you’re thinking of thoughts that I know are not yours,
so open that door, cos my head is oh so sore,

Soul shouts for me,
Soul screams for more
and my head is sore,
as my soul, soul shouts for more
soul screams for more,
and my head is sore
As my my soul, soul shouts for me,
Soul screams for more
And my head is sore,

All my days are getting longer,
the shadows at my feet are getting taller,
all my nights are getting shorter,
there’s trouble with my sleeping heart,
there’s trouble with my sleeping heart