Sam Goodenough - Lucinda Lyrics

Talking to yourself is strange, I am told
Feeds the cold, feeds the cold
Talking to strangers is strange, that I know
Digs the holes, digs the holes
It's painted gold
Through my eyes
I've never wanted it in this life
With curtains drawn there's hollow walls, to listen in
You're laughing on your own
And wishing you're alone
Is it that hard to choose

And this time, you're on, your own
And you are, so wrong
You know, you know it all
You know that we are friendly

Lucinda

I guess this is how it's meant to be
For all is better than it seems
Is it wrong to only want a life of peace
It's one for all
To win in this fight
There's no bitter feeling, left in my mind
There's bodies in the street again

And this time, you're on, your own
And you are, so wrong
You know, you know it all
You know that we are friendly

Lucinda
Lucinda