Lyrics
All that I know
Is dust when they go
Thought in the dock
( that isn’t all )
All I ask is a “so warm!” home
Like I wont
Oh! We had arms they bit the ends
Oh! And that was alot like them
They know - in those longish summer days, dulled
We were at the perfect age
Born - kept below
Just strung along
Too loose to settle
( that isn’t all )
All I ask is a “so warm!” home
Like I wont
Oh! We had arms they bit the ends
Oh! And that was a lot like them
They know - in those longish summer days, dulled
We were at the perfect age
Distant warblings round my deathbed
They kick ass ! But my heart is a bird
That should feast now
Not wait
Harry William Burgess, Steven John Wells, Thomas James Howe, Timothy Richard Harry Slater
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