Lyrics Oats In The Water - Ben Howard

Oats In The Water

Go your way, I’ll take the long way wrong,
Oh, I’ll find my own way down,
As I should.
Hold your games, this coconut miles touch,
Are joking the way that we rust
And breathe again.
And you’ll find the oats
And you’ll fear what you found.
And where it comes tear ‘em down.
The oats in the water, they’ll be birds on the ground
They’ll be things you never asked her,
Oh, I hate to let you know.
Go your way, I’ll take the long way wrong,
Oh, I’ll find my own way down,
As I should.
Hold your games, this coconut miles touch,
Are joking the way that we rust
And breathe again.
And you’ll find the oats
And you’ll fear what you found.
And where it comes tear ‘em down.
The oats in the water, they’ll be birds on the ground
They’ll be things you never asked her,
Oh, I hate to let you know.