Ninth Avenue Reverie Lyrics - Singles - The Middle East

You say you want to be buried beneath the mango tree 

Where every northern summer you'll come back to life 

You say you want your ashes mixed up with your lover's salt 

Where every Sunday night he'll eat a little more of you 

You say you can't stop crying; it's just the power of the song 

Riding on the midnight bus again 

You say that you loved him but you were just too young 

You say that's why you still wear the ring 

You say a lot of things 

You say that your daddy was a painter of sorts 

But I never saw him paint a thing 

He just kept the tins underneath his bed 

And sniffed a different colour every night 

And dreamed of a place up in the sky 

Where everyone's a painter 'til they die 

You say you don't like flying on the aeroplanes 

That even the sea birds must get lonely out there 

You said you were quitting after your next pack 

And you said once that I was beautiful 

But for all the pretty ladies in Beijing 

I couldn't stop my drinking 

And you say a lot of 

You say a lot of 

You say a lot of things 

You say you can't stop dreaming about your funeral day 

Where all your long-time friends will be crying for you 

I'd be up the back with a rose in my hand 

And I'd give to you in death what I could not in life