Standard (EADGBE)

We`d watch the shapes the the rain would make

falling down the window of our bus.

I said they reminded me of paper ponies blowing free.

You said they reminded you of us.

Ref.

Your belly in my arms. Tomorrow we`ll be through these reins an gone.

2. Strophe

Woke up with the driver crying Birmingham.

Looked trough the glass and found the morning sky.

I said that cloud`s shaped like a burning man,

you didn`t have the heart to tell me why.

Ref.

Your belly in my arms. Tomorrow we`ll be through these clouds an gone.

3. Strophe

I put my hand inside your skirt

and asked if you thought that our baby`s life would turn out this way.

You said you wasn`t really sure.

But really you was too good to say it.

Ref.

Your belly in my arms. Tomorrow we`ll be through these gates an gone.