Tindersticks

I know its wrong
I know its selfish
Youve so little time
You know this pattern
Patchwork of any direction
Cobbled together
In odd shape and size
Take my hand, well walk through this together
But my hand gets sweaty
You somehow slip away
Try to call you, but I dont call too loud, no
Try to love, and never look that hard
Chorus:
Cos this blues a swirling ocean