One, for the man I used to be,
Looking to be swimming deep,
Down, yes, to be two,
The imperfect thing,
Blown by the wind, crazy lives,
Bad timing forÅ
Three,
A baby girl, ain't I sad it isn't mine
But I was blind,
Not seeing thatÅ four, meant more,
Meant her, meant me, meant you, meant usÅ
Emily, emily, your eyes still, haunt me, emilyÅ come home;
One for the cheating songs,
A thousand ones written wrong,
I suppose there's only two that really matter,
One for you, one for me, one for us and one forÅ
Three years spent looking for reasons that make a man and a woman bad,
It takesÅ four minutes more to take away the pain,
Don't throw it all awayÅ
Emily, emily, your eyes still, haunt me, emilyÅ come home;
Red flowers crushed smells physical she said,
We're not in a rush,
There's always something left,
It's common, it's commonÅÅsenseÅ
Emily, emily, your eyes still, haunt me, emilyÅ come home;