American Shoes

I want to wake up to the girl from surprise I want to wake up to the girl from surprise When I learned she'd be missing for weeks Well, I just followed her down into my sleep Oh yes, oh my word, what a clue T-total gold The dry grass crunching Under your American Shoes I want to wake up with your coat in my mouth I want to wake up smiling your name Searching my pockets for the number that you wrote On some cellophane Oh yes, oh that's so you With a kiss that slips like colour with a you After your American Shoes Oh please squeeze some gold through my veins...