All Her Strange Lyrics

Maybe I’m the bluebird, I keep writing about,

Maybe I’m obsessed with my self-doubt.

Tell me, is it raining where you are?

I’ve missed the meadows and my Edinburgh heart.

Maybe I want children, but I think I’m too young,

Only realised my youth when I turned 21.

Tell me do you compromise your days,

Wishing away what you cannot change?

Oh, she’s off again, writing without her pen…

And all her strange.

But just leave her be, let her be happy, let her be free.

‘Cos I’ve not read enough to know what to say,

so please don’t talk like Hemmingway.

All these words, sound the same,

But they cannot change me…

I cannot change.

Maybe I’ve done wrong by people I should of loved.

Tried less to impress whatever God I thought was above.

Maybe I’m growing into my own skin.

I’m accepting that all I wanna do is sing.

Oh, she’s off again, writing without her pen…

And all her strange.

But just leave her be, let her be happy, let her be free.

I’ve not read enough to know what to say,

so please don’t talk like Hemmingway.

All these words, sound the same,

But they cannot change me…

I cannot change.

Tell me is it raining where you are,

I’ve missed the meadows and my Edinburgh heart.