Memoirs Of Miso

Wandering Albatross
Speaks so very soft, in the morning
To a hesitant birthday girl
Garden of forking paths
Leads to the very house, with the bathtub rings
And memoirs of miso

Like a wide eyed child
Always leaving, never coming back
Like a wide eyed child
Waiting for something
When you're down and feeling blue
My home is where I be with you

Smoke in the walls and floors
Doorways from a time before, no-one can read
The ominous switch in French
Bottles and dying plants
Part of the comforting innocence, of Dorset Street
And memoirs of miso

Like a wide eyed child
Always leaving, never coming back
Like a wide eyed child
Waiting for something
When you're down and you're feeling blue
My home is where I be with you

Falling in love
Falling in love with the memoirs of miso
Falling in love
Falling in love with the memoirs of miso
Falling in love
Falling in love with the memoirs of miso
Falling in love
Falling in love with the memoirs of miso

Like a wide eyed child
Always leaving, never coming back
Like a wide eyed child
Waiting for something
When you're down and you're feeling blue
My home is where I be with you

Falling in love
Falling in love with the memoirs of miso
Falling in love
Falling in love with the memoirs of miso
Falling in love
Falling in love
Falling in love