Johnny Flynn - Shore To Shore lyrics
[Johnny Flynn - Shore To Shore lyrics]
Shore to shore, got some land between
Island life is living from a
Cup of broken queens
Hit the jackpot rolling through a
Pipe dream in a knot
And I'm missing what was pissing up
The wall that I forgot i forgot, I forgot
I am the bus driver, give me some grace
You've never seen me and you
Don't know my face
She was no Hattie Carroll it was cold
It was blue
And it only happened despite me or you
Me or you, me or you
Smoking paper in the crimson flashing bars
Drinking cocktail wine or cottage cream
And passing strangers' cars
Live in one-room housing with a
Roof to meet the sky
Spelling, 'Jesus won't you please
Us 'cos you seem a damn nice guy
A damn nice guy, damn nice guy
We listened to passengers stamping old songs
And we lose what's to lose
When you haven't done wrong
Drums too slow for a funeral beat
No strumming of strings and
No stamping of feet of feet, of feet
It's awfully considerate of you
To think of me and it's not so hard to see
You smoking fags and drinking tea
It's the crummy lost-at-seasick with a
Floating on the waves
To join the other flotsam with the
Ripped up queens and knaves
Queens and knaves, queens and knaves
There lies a lady, she's gone and she's gone
She'll be a fine lady before too long
But, I hit her head and
She finished her walking
She shouldn't be dead
She was too busy talking
Busy talking, busy talking
They can fill a cup or two
And still disturb the peace
It's never made it all the
Way from shore to shore, from west to east
I read that independence was a
Lightness in your step you walked away
I felt so heavy at the start of every day
Every day, every day
I've been waiting an hour and
The bus hasn't come
I've been cursing my God for
The lack of the sun
I've been ruined by destiny, lowered by fate
And the upshot of this is
I'm going to be late to be late, to be late
Island life is living from a
Cup of broken queens
Hit the jackpot rolling through a
Pipe dream in a knot
And I'm missing what was pissing up
The wall that I forgot i forgot, I forgot
I am the bus driver, give me some grace
You've never seen me and you
Don't know my face
She was no Hattie Carroll it was cold
It was blue
And it only happened despite me or you
Me or you, me or you
Smoking paper in the crimson flashing bars
Drinking cocktail wine or cottage cream
And passing strangers' cars
Live in one-room housing with a
Roof to meet the sky
Spelling, 'Jesus won't you please
Us 'cos you seem a damn nice guy
A damn nice guy, damn nice guy
We listened to passengers stamping old songs
And we lose what's to lose
When you haven't done wrong
Drums too slow for a funeral beat
No strumming of strings and
No stamping of feet of feet, of feet
It's awfully considerate of you
To think of me and it's not so hard to see
You smoking fags and drinking tea
It's the crummy lost-at-seasick with a
Floating on the waves
To join the other flotsam with the
Ripped up queens and knaves
Queens and knaves, queens and knaves
There lies a lady, she's gone and she's gone
She'll be a fine lady before too long
But, I hit her head and
She finished her walking
She shouldn't be dead
She was too busy talking
Busy talking, busy talking
They can fill a cup or two
And still disturb the peace
It's never made it all the
Way from shore to shore, from west to east
I read that independence was a
Lightness in your step you walked away
I felt so heavy at the start of every day
Every day, every day
I've been waiting an hour and
The bus hasn't come
I've been cursing my God for
The lack of the sun
I've been ruined by destiny, lowered by fate
And the upshot of this is
I'm going to be late to be late, to be late