Claire Fontaine Lyrics - Singles - Hawksley Workman

claire fontaine 

who are you 

i like the paper you make 

we were introduced by a lover of mine 

and now she's gone and i still have you claire fontaine 

claire fontaine 

you seem to bring 

the best out of me and the things that i write to sing 

claire fontaine 

claire fontaine 

are you a lumberjack or something 

does your father own a forest of the nicest trees for chopping 

claire fontaine 

claire fontaine 

your sheets are very smooth 

i like to rub my pen across them do you feel the way i do 

claire fontaine 

claire fontaine 

you seem to bring 

the best out of me and the things that i write to sing 

claire fontaine 

if the newspapers used your paper for the news 

things may seem less terrifying just because of you 

claire fontaine 

and were you in the garden 

when they said the war had started 

did you think you'd write a letter that would start 

my dear departed 

claire fontaine 

claire fontaine 

you seem to bring 

the best out of me and the things that i write to sing 

claire fontaine... 

claire fontaine 

i'm going home for christmas 

they may refuse me entry 'cause your native to this country 

claire fontaine 

but as a foreigner 

reliquish a pad of paper so distinguished 

i say never never never i'll take this pad of mine to heaven 

claire fontaine 

but maybe i will choose to write a fan letter or two 

i might write one to andy warhol and the other one for you 

and you can rest assured in knowing 

they'd be on your paper too 

claire fontaine 

who are you 

claire fontaine 

you seem to bring 

the best out of me and the things that i write to sing 

claire fontaine