Prayer Mat

He's taken out his prayer mat And he searching for a cure Wishing he could take it back to when All was as before You you are the pioneer Who learnt to love abroad Who says a small town girl can't do The things she wasn't taught You the beginning of everything You the calm in a storm Let's try on dresses for nobody Our fantasies in our home We batten down the hatches We drink on airport time Together write our epitaphs Whilst dizzy from our wine Could live another life of this I would Choose you every time Settle for another day of this But we're Running out of wine