Submarine

These days I can't remember if he was an actor or not
But don't let those round eyes fool you he's suffered a lot
He is warm like a fire on a cold winter's day
Trapped in his house the mind's been wasted away

And the bars and meadowlarks, they long for him now
Not a man of proud English aggression
He's here to heal ya not kill ya

Like all the rivers everflowing, that never find the sea
I want to pick you up Submarine

You took it for real and you headed out west
The pale smokey nights cover us again

With your red coat boots and half foreign tongue
Under Brixton street lights
To midnight movies and southern cross summers
That you've missed for so long

And the hours, and the hours, ran through him like a dream
I want to pick you up Submarine

No, I want to pick you up Submarine

I see the motions laid in front of you now
And god its been coming for so long
Well the music arrives
Yeah we'll soon forgot about these apocalyptic songs

And the rivers everflowing, that never find the sea
I want to pick you up Submarine

No, I want to pick you up



Credits
Writer(s): Jack James
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