| Well, I didn’t work today
|
| Petrichor
|
| The dust, the mud, the sweat
|
| Washed up off the floor
|
| And all is forgiven, all is replaced
|
| This is the cherry lipstick smeared across your face
|
| And it’s not wrong, it’s not wrong, it’s not wrong
|
| It’s moving on
|
| The second verse is in the song
|
| All is forgiven
|
| All is replaced
|
| All is forgiven
|
| All is replaced
|
| And I feel it all, I feel it all
|
| I feel it all, I feel it all
|
| I feel it all again
|
| Petrichor, petrichor, petrichor
|
| Come feel it all again
|
| Goodbye seems remiss of me to say
|
| Everything potentially, always, always
|
| We may be broken up
|
| But kindness fades
|
| And anyway, anyway
|
| I did not let go
|
| Forever tangled in the rope
|
| We blame each other
|
| That’s just another way to cope
|
| All is forgiven
|
| All is replaced
|
| I was ready again to love
|
| And I feel it all, I feel it all
|
| I feel it all, I feel it all
|
| I feel it all again
|
| Petrichor, petrichor, petrichor
|
| Come feel it all again
|
| I feel it all, I feel it all
|
| I feel it all, I feel it all
|
| I feel it all again
|
| Petrichor, petrichor, petrichor
|
| Come feel it all again
|
| We may not meet again
|
| Wrong way on the street again
|
| You can find me in the deep again
|
| Petrichor
|
| We may not meet again
|
| Wrong way on the street again
|
| You can find me in the deep again
|
| Petrichor, petrichor, petrichor |