Emily Finlay: grass

Won't you take my jeans off?
I feel like I'm sixteen again-
dark fields, the coldness of grass on my ankles-
I'd forgotten what it's like with nowhere to go.

I feel like I'm sixteen again-
I can sense your discomfort-
you've forgotten what it's like with nowhere to go,
accustomed to the privacy of your bedroom.

I can sense your discomfort-
although you're here anyway, it's just you're
accustomed to the privacy of your bedroom.
You'll get over it.

Although you're here anyway, it's just your
body, your mind's over there beside the fence.
You'll get over it.
Nobody's going to interrupt us-trust me.

Body?-your mind's over there beside the fence-
Focus on me now, come on.
(nobody's going to interrupt us-trust me)
I think I've had too many wines.

Focus on me now, come on.
this may be our last night together-under the stars.
I think I've had too many wines.
Am I starting to repeat myself? (it's important to know)

This may be our last night together-under the stars-
so won't you take my jeans off?
Am I starting to repeat myself? (it's important somehow)
dark fields, the coldness of grass on my ankles.