It's the day after she left And the sun shines less bright It's as though all the clouds Have gathered over night
But still I laugh At all the boobie traps she's left for me Like the plunger in the shower tray She stuck it there to flood the tile floor And all things left in shoes All the laces tied up in knots Pen marks on the wall paper And snakes from single socks There's sand across the hallway Cut out bits of paper in the toaster What a funny flavor to the milk
And I love her more than anyone And I miss her more each time she has to go And I love her more than anyone And I miss her more each time she has to go
She's only added orange juice, some paper and some salt And I've still got nine more days to straighten it all out I must try harder To make those faerie cakes using Rupert's recipes And the plans that I made for us campin out It's time they took shape Cuz she won't be four in a week forever I know And all these daft pass times She'll no doubt soon out grow
And I love her more than anyone And I miss her more each time she has to go And I love her more than anyone But I miss her more each time she has to go I love her.
Compositor: Kenneth Anderson (King Creosote) ECAD: Obra #20506696