Lyrics

I have to figure out the quiet clouds hanging over me
You can tell I’m afraid I complicate simplicity

Oh the easy phrases, help me explain this,
I’m waiting in your favourite place naked

We could of made it, but time was wasted
Origami living notes on paper
Are you coming back?

Broken in my pocket I was feeling honest
In Kensington market your picture in my locket
We were barely talking
The street smelled like august and you

Love’s a mystery it will sweep your dirty feet
Knock you to your knees
Staying where I know oh,
I love the comfort zone

oh, those easy places, we wrote our name in pavement
Cigarettes and barbies in the basement
Are you coming back?

Broken in my pocket I was feeling honest
In Kensington market your picture in my locket
We were barely talking
The street smelled like august and you

August and you
Kensington Market
August and you
I was feeling honest
August and you
Found you in my locket
Broken in my pocket
August and You