Из альбома: Flock
When I wake in the morning
Of a bad skin day
And I can’t face my lover
On a bad skin day
Am I this alone?
Volcano has erupted
And the ash sails down
And I’m a poor soul of Pompeii
Oh Christ I’m such a drama queen
On a bad skin day
And you’re far from me You’re all far from me Right where I want you to be Far from me I could’ve got a job
I could’ve been a contender, when I never?
But the streak is only so long
They’re all different shades
Of the same song
There’s a wind in these sails, feels like I’m always waiting?
For the gold in them there hills, feels like I’m never?
Them there hills
And they’re far from me Someday we’ll all wear a crown
Far from me Someday we’ll be the fairest of them all
So far from me Someday we’ll have an Open top bus parade
For from me Someday we’ll do the
Sorry sorry charade
It feels like we’re always waiting
It feels like we’re never leading