Ed Harcourt Follow

They say I got a wandering eye
Straise to far from the flock
Always go with a grasses greener
Scater and keep each lock
You can be my treasure my jewel
Condemn to the soil on the Earth
Tied me to the end of voices
Place better in part goes fast
Well here I stop of the end at so nowhere
And the swing and a thousand yard stair
Whatching the boats with family and friends
They all come sure they have any suns waiting porsesion how's move from the church
A turn that god blasing into a bag curse'.
Picking my eye to stopping for drifting why with a tad
They say I got potential for violence
I can kill a men with my own hands
But I can't focus on .
I remember when I first saw you
I couldn't move I was paralyzed
I wander is you'll be the only one to put 'to my wandering eye
But here I stop at the end of some nowhere
And the swing and a thousand yard stair
Whatching the boats with family and friends
They all come sure they have any suns waiting porsesion how's move from the church
A turn that god blasing into a bag curse'.
Picking my eye to stopping for drifting why with a tad
There's no way that I can make it so
I am falling so far .
There no doubt of ever be like you
Stay in one place live the life here
They say I got a wandering eye
Stairs to far from the flock
Always go with a grasses greener
Scater and keep each lock