Lucksmiths
Umbrella
Katy's on the telephone With her collar up and her defences down I smell like brandy and it's starting to rain She says the line is bad, she says âSpeak up Dadâ But she speaks so softly when she says my name She and I are talking, me and her She says âit's just this kind of thing that could tear us apartâ I smell a little stronger now I say âfirst we need something to tear us togetherâ Umbrella Sue and I are walking, me and her Along glistening footpaths in a strange suburb And as we duck into a disused doorway I wonder what she meant when she spoke of seeking shelter Umbrella
From Letras Mania