Paroles de Ocean and the Rock

What you at my gentle spoken friend I lack a frame to put you in When you're an ocean and a rock away I feel you in the pocket of my overcoat My fingers wrap around your words They take the shape of games we play i feed your words through my buttonholes pin them to my fingerless gloves green and prone to fraying Thoughts of you, warm my bones I'm on the way, I'm on the phone, Lets get lost, me and you, an ocean and a rock is nothing to me.