Lisa Hannigan - Knots

It was early in the morning
We were sitting on the stoop
There wheeled away a starling
And I thought that I would too
Oh, for all I knew
I was lost through and through
in my high heels and my old dress
With my new keys in the wrong city

I tie the knots to remember in my heart
So I choke and I sputter to a stop
I am a borrower and lender of the lot I walk away asleep
And chalk an outline round the scene
This shadow play of whiskey talk
A heavy denier dream
Oh let it be, I was lost in him and me
In my high heels and my old dress
With my new keys in the wrong city

I tie the knots to remember in my heart
So I choke and I sputter to a stop
I am a borrower and lender of the lot