Boat Song
I'll start my life out on the seas
Away from waving families
(Found washed up) walking on the beach
Of a fishing town in june
I'll have all my words for company
A few shards of new currencies
A lamp to show the evening in
And wake me when it leaves
But here I am, still on these sands
Well if these tall buildings part from me
Then I'll swim myself to sovereignty
No people creeping, marching streets
Will keep me from my seas
Well if all my things are packed in neat
A quick stiff drink to help me sleep
Then I'll wade out till it's too deep
And row myself away
By here I am, still on these sands, with you
Here's to your pier city
as I save this monologue
Here's to your pier city
as I save this monologue
Here's to your pier city
as I save this monologue
Here's to your pier city
as I save this monologue
It seems weeks since you have talked to me
Whilst I build my new economy
Of practicing excuses of
Why it is I had to leave
I said if these tall buildings part for me
But I guess that only works for me
For working out why these streets
Have never been my home
And yes I know, that I will row... alone
Away from waving families
(Found washed up) walking on the beach
Of a fishing town in june
I'll have all my words for company
A few shards of new currencies
A lamp to show the evening in
And wake me when it leaves
But here I am, still on these sands
Well if these tall buildings part from me
Then I'll swim myself to sovereignty
No people creeping, marching streets
Will keep me from my seas
Well if all my things are packed in neat
A quick stiff drink to help me sleep
Then I'll wade out till it's too deep
And row myself away
By here I am, still on these sands, with you
Here's to your pier city
as I save this monologue
Here's to your pier city
as I save this monologue
Here's to your pier city
as I save this monologue
Here's to your pier city
as I save this monologue
It seems weeks since you have talked to me
Whilst I build my new economy
Of practicing excuses of
Why it is I had to leave
I said if these tall buildings part for me
But I guess that only works for me
For working out why these streets
Have never been my home
And yes I know, that I will row... alone
Credits
Writer(s): Stanley Mira Elise, Charles Costa
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