Johnny Flynn - The Break in the Line lyrics

The break in the line was a funny old fella
His will was away when the love came to town
And in burying himself in
The damp trodden terra
His thumb wasn't up and his
Hope was tied down
His formation of words was a formless as none
His buns were half baked
And not hot, and not crust
The will to awake, his undoing undone
As his ghost was a ghost
And his salad was tossed
So whimsy whimsy, the seed of undoubt
Being the muse of all plenty
And giving her best
Brought a succulent fruit to the
Break who did shout
With an A for the fruit being sweet
Passed the test
For this marks, how he laughed
'I am a lion without break'
And that break is a naught
Three is no where in me
I'll be eating this fruit on your doorstep
I'm blessed and this pale full of rain?
That I'll drink while I'm free