Matt Carpanini - Straight to My Head Lyrics

She's gone
Straight to my head
And I'll leave her there
It's where she sits so well
I've gone
Out of my mind
Hope she follows me blind
And joins me out of my tree

In the long arms of morning
There's a storm in a teacup
Scraping the sky with a bone knife
In the blaze of an evening
There's a bucket of sunset
Tipped over someone's dear life

I wait
For long promised joy
From that subtle voice
Suggestions signed and sealed
But time
As I watch it pass
From the bottom of a watch glass
Is beaten, rolled out thin

In the long arms of morning
There's a storm in a teacup
Scraping the sky with a bone knife
In the blaze of an evening
There's a bucket of sunset
Tipped over someone's dear life

Now the rain
Persistent and vain
With its own savage grain
Selects a time and place
She's gone
Out of my life
My future wife
Our children left un-sired

In the long arms of morning
There's a storm in a teacup
Scraping the sky with a bone knife
In the blaze of an evening
There's a bucket of sunset
Tipped over someone's dear life