Was the day I spoke to your mother  
about the carcasses we saw of fluffy animals
I wish I’d have told her how much it meant
that she even wanted me there

You looked so beautiful by the Derwent that day
I should have pulled you behind that fir tree
the one the squirrel danced around
and I should’ve just kissed your lips

I think you lost your heart at the Derwent
because I haven’t seen it since
but I still leave the taps running in this house
so it can find it’s way back home