Eyeless In Holloway

(álbum: A Larum - 2008)

There's a man at hand, there's a way between
The sinking sand and a crooked dream
And call it off at the molten age of nine
Summoned up for walking down the line

They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek

He filled his boots and he tipped his cap
And a 'Root-a-toot' with the boss and that
And told a girl of the summer by the sea
Said to her, "Would you like to go with me?"

And the signal's changed and the heart has stopped
And in with changes, always out with time
Nothing left but walking down the line

They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek

She is 'when' and he is always 'how'

They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek

They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek

They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek