Grubby Little Hands - Emily

How come, sugarplum
You're under the gun?
Goodbye, honeypie
You used to be fun
You used to blow us all away
Look through me, Emily
Can you still see?

A mouth full of pictures
A mind free of shame
Sometimes I still ponder these things
Do you do the same?

The future, little bird
It seems so absurd
Still I swoon, candy moon
Over what you once were
What kind of master do you serve?
It kills me Emily
That you can't see

A mouth full of pictures
A mind free of shame
Sometimes I still ponder these things
Do you do the same?

My afternoon snack
My queen on a jack
Your head's made of steel
But your heart's made of glass
I never meant to let you down
Can't you see, Emily
We could still be

A mouth full of pictures
A mind free of shame
Sometimes I still ponder these things
Do you do the same?

Written by:
MICHAEL WALTER FRANKLIN-BROWNE, KERRY JAMES FURLONG, MICHAEL ROBERT HALL, MATTHIAS VILHELM JORDAN

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group

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