Sister Hazel - Beautiful Thing

Well I’ll follow you forever when you lead me by my nose on another big adventure, I suppose.
Then you lay me down in clover with their petals on my back; I should make more time to do more things like that.

Won’t you sing to me your poetry, won’t you take me to your home? Won’t you be for me forever so I’ll never be alone? Just one thing… if you’re my queen, it’s a beautiful thing…

Well I’m buried in my bedroom under fourteen feet of clothes.. I could drown in all this clutter, I suppose…
Then you’re standing in my doorway with a suitcase on your back, and it blows my mind when you do things like that.

Won’t you sing to me your poetry, won’t you take me to your home? Won’t you be for me forever so I’ll never be alone? Just one thing… if you’re my queen, it’s a beautiful thing…

Yea, ‘reminding me: well I might be poor but summer’s free for me. I didn’t know I was sleeping….

Won’t you sing to me your poetry, won’t you take me to your home? Won’t you be for me forever so I’ll never be alone? Just one thing… if you’re my queen, it’s a beautiful thing…