Grand Affection - Swim Deep

Grand love, grand a lot of things

There’s always something more wise than my words

Stranger, hope I’m not bothering

My love is something the rest of my world

No overdose on apathy

No empty sound, no empty seat

With all those jewels and all those crowns

Why don’t the queen go feed the hungry?

No stylish cunts, no wasteful hum

No uptown strain, no tasteful pain

No eyes for sale, no bottled love

That makes me cry grand affection

Cry grand affection, cry grand affection

Cry grand, cry grand affection

Cry grand affection, cry grand affection

Cry grand, cry grand

I was raised by two opposites

Must be why I am at war with the obvious

You’re taking me to paradise and letting me stay

If I whistle in the wind, it’s heard, it may never go away

No overdose on apathy

No empty sound, no empty seat

With all those jewels and all those crowns

Why don’t the queen go feed the hungry?

No stylish guns, no wasteful hum

No uptown strain, no tasteful pain

No eyes for sale, no bottled love

That makes me cry grand affection

Cry grand affection, cry grand affection

Cry grand, cry grand affection

Cry grand affection, cry grand affection

(If I whistle in the wind it’s heard)

Cry grand, cry grand affection

Cry grand affection, cry grand affection

(If I whistle in the wind it’s heard)

Cry grand, cry grand

(If I whistle in the wind, it’s heard)

It’s taking me to paradise and letting me stay

If I whistle in the wind, it’s heard

(If I whistle in the wind, it’s heard)