Give me comfort keep me safe and sound I never met your mother but i know she'd be proud We went walking down the old canal We were so young and foolish but no better now And all these senses and all these scenes I find it hard to read your quiet eyes All that's left of floating in between I find it hard to sleep between those lines Those lines ahh Shadows biting at my scuffed boot heels i've got a loose connection like a scratched film reel And some are searching for the loves they lost Oh they're just desperate wanderers with their dumb lit soul And all these sense and all these scenes I find it hard to read your quiet eyes And all that's left of floating in between I find it hard to sleep between those lines Those lines It's a funny old world oh what a funny old world you say Ahh