The Sweetest Thing – Camera Obscura – letras

I’m going on a date tonightTo try to fall out of love with youI know, I know this is a crimeBut I don’t know what else to doMy love, you’re in a magazineMy love, you’re doing fineYou’re on TvYou wore my heart out then you ran awayFrom Chicago to Cleveland you made me payYou made me payWhen you’re lucid you’re the sweetest thingI would trade my mother to hear you singWhen you’re lucid you’re the sweetest thingI would trade my mother…On the bus radio: »Fifty ways to leave your lover alone »I laughed at the ironyBut like a stupid, the irony got lost on meIt got lost on me…When you’re lucid you’re the sweetest thingI would trade my mother to hear you singWhen you’re lucid you’re the sweetest thingI would trade my mother…You challenged me to write a love songHere it is I think I got it wrongI focused on the negativeThe pain was too much of an incentiveAlways my incentive…When you’re lucid, you’re the sweetest thingI would trade my mother to hear you singWhen you’re lucid, you’re the sweetest thingI would trade my mother to hear you singWhen you’re lucid, you’re the sweetest thingI would trade my mother to hear you singWhen you’re lucid, you’re the sweetest thingI would trade my mother to hear you singBut she don’t know just how far I’d goWould I walk for a hundred milesFor a glimpse of your northern smile?