Finer Than I
Maz O'Connor
Seven years or more
I walk the factory floor
The skin upon my soles
Won’t stick anymore
You fit me love
Like an old pair of shoes
A soft and softer hold
With every use
Did I hear you have a new love finer than I?
Gold upon her fingers and a dark and roving eye
Wandering soho streets at night
Searching for silks and silvers to buy
Seven years or more
I sleep beside the door
Waiting like a widow
Many years after the war
See I still believe
You’ll be coming back for me
No mouth as sweet as yours
Was made to deceive
But I heard you have a new love finer than I
Drinks in mayfair hotel bars deep into the night
Her father’s gold shines bright
Brighter than any smile of mine
The river is long and low
And I cannot cross o’er the other side
So bring to me a boat
That I might cross both time and tide
What if I can’t get over it this time?