With brown eyesshining, short lane on a way to go,
And the sun tries you're feeling home, I guess you're broke
And were all sick of it, and breath tide uo in someones hold,
And I screamed at you, Burgh Island, and see through your toes.
And if ever to leave, I'll say before I go
That you're the best moment I have ever known.
With brown eyesshining, short lane on a way to go,
And the sun tries you so long,
And were all sick of it, and breath tide uo in someones hold,
And well break for it, in Burgh Island and see through your toes.
And if ever to leave, I'll say before I go
That you're the best moment I have ever known.
Oh, Ibite my tongue that you leave it the first to the wind
Cause I heard the song by my means of fickled child,
The one blowning.
Oh, I bite my tongue, brought you many the first to run.
Cause I heard each song by means of fickled child,
The one blowing.
