Worth Saying - Lou Doillon

What’s worth seeing?

What’s worth keeping?

Should I speak my truth

And get you running

The air is thick, thick

From you trailing

Studying my step

And giving it meaning

So you think

You’ve understood

Caught me on the move

On the look out

And you’re waiting for my words

To wash you open

Waiting for my words

To wash you open

But what’s the point in that?

What’s to say?

That it ran free

That it couldn’t be you

To forget about me

It’s the weight of being late

And it’s wringing my neck

And you are looking for patterns

In all of this

So you think

You’ve understood

Caught me on the move

On the look out

And you’re waiting for my words

To wash you open

And you’re waiting for my words

To wash you open

But what’s the point in that?

What’s worth seeing?

What’s worth keeping?

Should I speak my truth

And get you running

The air is thick, thick

From you trailing

Studying the step

And giving it meaning

So you think

You’ve understood

Caught me on the move

On the look out

And you’re waiting for my words

To wash you open

Waiting for my words

To wash your open

And I just might