Record Collector - Lissie

I'm tired of saying

That I won't get lost ever again

Who knows

Maybe I will

And everywhere I go there I'll be

With a rusty old rake in a pile of leaves

Oh my

Truly daunting

But my blue eyes cannot see

That their real hue is probably green

I should keep records of these things

And I know what yesterdays bring

And I'm not really sure

But I'm starting to think

That I've been here before

Who knows

Maybe I have

And everywhere I went

There I was with a choir of bees

They were all a buzz

Oh my how amusing

But my blue eyes cannot see

That their real hue is probably green

I should keep records of these things

And I know what yesterdays bring

But

One time there was this one time

When I swore God she spoke to me

And she told me oh yes she told me

Of all the wonders that she could bring

And I said

Won't you won't you fill me up with it

Why don't you fill me up with it

Won't you fill me

Won't you won't you fill me up with it

Why don't you fill me up with it

Why don't you fill me

Won't you won't you fill me up with it

Why don't you fill me up with it

Why don't you fill me up

But my blue eyes cannot see

That their real hue is probably green

I will keep records of these things

And I'll know what yesterdays bring

I am always there with me

And I'll know what yesterdays bring