Comfort Lyrics - Singles - David Mead

We're talking trash again like long sedated lovers 

Baby what's become of us 

A latent memory of southern springs and summers 

Maybe winter in New York 

It's started raining now on all my best intentions 

I'm putting on my heavy coat 

I'll take an airplane and leave the worst unmentioned 

Blame it on a lack of time 

When I was given to easy answers 

I swept you off your feet 

But now the dancing days are gone 

You sleep alone, leave the radio on 

I'm high above it now the clouds a pillow for me 

I consider even more 

You have the softest eyes, the grace to wash and comfort 

All the kids on Jersey Shore 

And I believe in easy answers 

Coming home for Christmas 

Minding manners all along 

I sleep alone, leave the radio on 

Yeah I believe in easy answers 

Something permanent 

But only chances make the song 

We sleep alone with the radio on 

We sleep alone with the radio on