The Sweetest Thing - Camera Obscura

I’m going on a date tonight

To try to fall out of love with you

I know, I know, this is a crime

But I don’t know what else to do

My love, you’re in a magazine

My love, you’re doing fine, you’re on TV

You wore my heart out then you ran away

From Chicago to Cleveland you made me pay

You made me pay

When you’re lucid, you’re the sweetest thing

I would trade my mother to hear you sing

When you’re lucid, you’re the sweetest thing

I would trade my mother

On the bus radio

«50 Ways to Leave Your Lover», oh no

I laughed at the irony

But like a stupid, the irony got lost on me

It got lost on me

When you’re lucid, you’re the sweetest thing

I would trade my mother to hear you sing

When you’re lucid, you’re the sweetest thing

I would trade my mother

You challenged me to write a love song

Here it is, I think I got it wrong

I focused on the negative

The pain was too much of an incentive

Always my incentive

When you’re lucid, you’re the sweetest thing

I would trade my mother to hear you sing

When you’re lucid, you’re the sweetest thing

I would trade my mother to hear you sing

When you’re lucid, you’re the sweetest thing

I would trade my mother to hear you sing

When you’re lucid, you’re the sweetest thing

I would trade my mother

But she don’t know just how far I’d go

Would I walk for a hundred miles

For a glimpse of your northern smile?