freies lieben

I can’t begin to compete with you
and everyone knows, I know you know it, too.
It’s a complicated fear
that grows with every year,
and it’s walking on it’s own finally.

All I can offer are farmer chords,
these simple rhymes and you painted in words.
You can sing this when alone,
or whistle it through your teeth,
and it will feel like home,
no matter how far you’ll be
from my lonely arms outstretched
just beyond your reach, singing:

“Ooh, baby, please…”
Death Cab for Cutie, Farmer Chords