Texty: Emily Wells. Supermarket.

Would you
would you carry me
with blistered feet?
How would I ever thank you?
and somewhere, in the middle of the river
You?d have to let me go
even though
no one ever taught me, how to swim up stream
I could just go with flow
and meet you in a barrel of laughs somewhere below

You speak
you speak soft and low
you got a way with words
I?ll never tire
and somewhere, in the middle of the night
you love soft and slow
I?ll never tire of your sneaky smile
I?ll meet you in a barrel of laughs below
If you ever lose your way
well I?ll meet you in the corner of the supermarket
and carry home
I?ll carry you home

(Thanks to Emily for these lyrics)