Not that Clever

10 Mar

Written By Catriona MacLean

[Verse 1]

A young man stands across the room, he's so in tune with everything

That's happening as folk artists sing and the band is drumming

Upon the stage, he's down below and around my age

"Let's get out here and head back to my place"

His room's a tip, he sits so comfortably, in spite of all this

I can't help wondering – is this it? Am I soon falling

In love?

The months pass and I never give it up

[Chorus]

I never believed in souls until half of mine abandoned me for you

Some call it love, for you I'll call it lust just rushing through

It will soon pass, we're far too young to make this last

But oh, my love

All the stars that gleam above are somehow taunting me

With their position in the sky, just watching you so easily

I wish I could convince you into loving me forever

But I'm just not that clever

[Verse 2]

Scotch potions give the notion that someday you'll maybe choose to stay

Convince me that the way I'm feeling isn't just child's play

This is real love, somebody up above is telling me to feel this way

So I say

"If you stay over winter you may as well just stay home for Easter

For your mother, oh, wouldn't that just do so much to please her?"

Eulogise my efforts, for all they're worth I'll say the same thing next year

"Habibti, you endear me, my everlasting oracle of devotion

Ossianic determination for triumph of emotion

You know that this narrative carves individual paths

And we must abide by that."

Your words are water rushing over me, too quick to fight against

I'm punching at the waves of your love that always seem so incensed

At pleas to stay, you'll find when I'm inside you that I pray

And it obliterates these cruel words that you say

[Bridge]

Your fingers graze my hand

Despite your father's plans.

Lead me away through the forest

I never was very modest