Laura plays her beautiful song,
Sings her beautiful tune.
The rain is falling on this August afternoon,
And I can only see that things are wrong.
Marling you’re making me think,
I’ve let go of what should be mine.
Darling, come back to me one more time.
My signals have been mixed.
I’ve given you different ideas.
But I can’t turn my back,
I can’t face these tears.