I'm travelling on dry land, my feet are on the floor
It's hard to understand the course I sailed before
Stormy seas, dark skies and rain,
Forlorn, my heart rebels and swells against its stays
A world all torn apart and split too many ways
But it all hangs, together, missiles and smiles, fur and feather
I'm travelling slowly, taking note
Feel like a spy in my infantry coat
And does the sea miss me?
The city streets reflect the hard lines of my mind
Newspaper sheets protect the ones who're left behind
Wrapped in sex and and scandal
More sin than mortals can handle
I'm not in lust
I'm not in lust
Going through my treasure chest of memories I've stored
I found some eight by tens of the band all looking bored
But the bar was amazing
Two types of chocolate and raisins
If life could taste that good again
I swear I'd never complain
Written by Roddy Frame Complete Music
Roddy Frame - Vocal, guitar
