By Paolo Nutini, I was perched outside in the pouring rain
Trying to make
By Paolo Nutini, Sweet little Rosie, my softest machine
Bounces with me on my
By Paolo Nutini, Sunday morning, got the hazy, hazy janes
I turn to you
By Paolo Nutini, Sitting beside you in school
While we'd paint I'd make you
By Paolo Nutini, My hopes are high
But my eyes can't believe what they
By Paolo Nutini, Keep rolling, rolling
Steady from the bay
And I'll be back to
By Paolo Nutini, Darlin', frustration it gets me
It gets me when it hurts
By Paolo Nutini, Oh, one, one, two, three, four
Oh, I've got a sheet
By Paolo Nutini, Oh, if you love the life you live, then you'll
By Paolo Nutini, All the people wanna try you girl,
And I hope you
By Paolo Nutini, Was it love or recognition
That has healed this man's condition?
Oh,
By Paolo Nutini, Oh, worries are about and heavy on his gut
He feels