Tom Rosenthal

Mother knows best Mother knows best Postman cowboy Ties his own tie, boy Bout to die, boy Mother knows best Dry golden rose Keep strangers as friends

Try to be happy To be on time Life is for living Or so they say I feel your breath And every word that gets away Mother knows best

Mother knows best A postman cowboy Ties his own tie, boy About to die, boy Mother knows best I am so lucky To even be around

Could be a line in the paper Left wet on the ground Old friends say it's hard When you're close to the end I've no fear of dying I've shook its hand

Mother knows best Mother knows best Postman cowboy Ties his own tie, boy Didn't die, boy Cause mother knew best

talk to someone on their bench what an honor and it's been great thank you you're welcome magical thinking you do it too careful with words in case they come true

There's a mad lady sat in the park Talking to someone who's back with you She's closing her eyes, taking her time She's listening out for the answers

when you were gone I hope that we'll never stop talking she says Gina

That's how love is.

A dream here before you see her up there.

Leaning.

Go to the parties, have a good time.

Go to New York, keep feeling.

That's what I'd want if I went first That's what I'd say from the other side You carry it round like a heavy balloon Until it bursts, until the love floods you

We'll never stop talking We'll never stop talking We'll never stop talking We'll never stop talking

We'll never stop talking

hello sorry to bother you um can i ask you a slightly odd question um i'm making a podcast um called strangers on a bench where essentially i talk to people i don't know on benches for 10 or 15 minutes um are you up for that do you want to give it a go

Do you have a favourite day of the week?

Do you know what day it is today?

There we go.