Scattered Black And Whites Songtext / Lyric

Been climbing trees I've skinned my knees

My hands are black, the sun is going down

She scruffs my hair in the kitchen steam

She's listening to the dream I weaved today



Crosswords through the bathroom door

While someone sings the theme-tune to the news

And my sister buzzes through the room leaving perfume in the air

And that's what triggered this



I come back here from time to time

I shelter here some days






A high-back chair, he sits and stares

A thousand yards and whistles marching-band

Kneeling by and speaking up

He reaches out and I take a massive hand



Disjointed tales that flit between

Short trousers and a full dress uniform

And he talks of people ten years gone like I've known them all my life

I scattered black and whites



I come back here from time to time

I shelter here some days

I come back here from time to time

I shelter here some days