John Keats (Live)

I've got a copy, of catcher in the rye
In my top pocket, I think you know why
Order me something, from the dusty top shelf
I can't keep my secrets in, nor my hand to myself

So we put on those old records
Drank spirits with my friends
But not long ago, I could never know
Like you'd turn a page, someone could go

Our Lady of Sorrows, please take my hand
That was a hard year, even if I'd been an older man
She said you're 23 now, you know Keats went at 25
You've only got ten more years, 'till Christ was crucified

So we put on those old records
Drank spirits with my friends
But not long ago, I could never know
Like you'd turn a page, someone could go
In our concrete walls, a sweet perfume,
That the lilies made as they fill the room

But not long ago, I could never know
Like you'd turn a page, someone could go
In our concrete walls, a sweet perfume,
That the lilies made as they fill the room
As they fill the room
As they fill the room