You came, you broke, you got some more words from me.
I'm scared to how you climbed my mind so easily.
i waited- while you moved on, I planted poppy seeds.
I'm not sure what it is that all my wanting needs.

And I sung to you, from mountains high.
I can't be rid of you, but I'm bleeding goodbye.
So I hold on, I wait, for the one I'm going to love.
You've moved on,
I've had enough-
I've had enough.

The holy clouds are speaking whispers to my days.
I'll wait, but not much longer will i stay awake.
I'll pick the poppies round until the colours fade.
I'll walk the dust shores and greet repeating May's.

And I sung to you, from mountains high.
I can't be rid of you, but I'm bleeding goodbye.
So I hold on, I wait, for the one I'm going to love.
You've moved on,
I've had enough-
I've had enough.