England’s
Tim Smith * Track #6 On Tim Smith’s Extra Special OceanLandWorld
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Really late, set off in England's Green
And where the wettest weather
Heart to find
Licking at my salty hand
Mud in March in grass, on land
Running too fast for my feet it
Makes them laugh and fall away from
Under me
Quick enough to make me laugh
Quick enough to be a spark
Having been told this is paradise, it's like
It's getting late
No time to have a good cry (I know I am)
I'm waiting for the Sun to give me a gift of light
And air is nothing worse
But everywhere
Quick enough to be a spark
Lay me cold sea bed
Sea bed's in a mess, comb it all with my hand
Instead I drink the tiny whirlpools that
Make me skid and turn in my sleep
Where I burn
Really late, set off in England's Green
And where the wettest weather
Heart to find
Licking at my salty hand
Mud in March in grass, on land
Quick enough to be a spark
Lay me cold sea bed
Sea bed's in a mess, comb it all with my hand
Instead I drink the tiny whirlpools that
Make me skid and turn in my sleep
Where I burn
Give me a gift, light and air
Nearly on time, nearly there