Fox on Socks - Fools

Touch me where I've never been touched before
In the amaranthine grass
The damp grove of our minds
The portrait I can see but never explain
Is where I want to be with you

Euphoria's gripping my chest
Driftin' around with you, nevertheless
Lest we make fools of ourselves
I won't feel accomplished
Cos I wanna be your foolish kid
Who walks across town
In the blazin' sun
Just to be fools

My words sticky like tree sap
My shitty music like claptrap
But wrapped up in our thing
Makes this boy beam

The sky surrounding us
In its kingdom of clouds
Do you think these unproductive days
Will make our parents proud?
Maybe one day we'll look back and say
"I'm glad this is where we came"
If we didn't, we'd never look up and say
"You think there's more to this town?"
We soon found out, there was
But it didn't have the same magic as the old stomping grounds

Shrouds cast from the clouds
Over the childhood churches
That we practically grew up in

Written by:
Gary Barnacle, Glen Ruffy, John Jennings, Paul Fox

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