The Perfect English Weather Pennies In The Jar Lyrics

The Bible on the bookcase
The pennies in the jar
Summer and the smell of molten tar

A dusty record cover
A broken model plane
Condensation on the window pane

Then I hear your words
As the years coverage
I almost hear your words

The clouds across my eyes and
The breeze upon my face
A memory that I can almost place

And on the streets of my town
There are no trees or shade
(streets we used to play?)
The walls are straight, the kerb is clean and grey

And as I close my eyes
Then you're my my side
And then I hear those words
As the years coverage
I almost hear your words