Fresh Faced Claire

I've been living in the Old Empire
Victorian bells and spires
Here the sky feels ten-foot tall
From Wales to the pubs of Hull
I get tired and my tongue lets slip
A thirst for the wine

I live in a halfway home for the breaking down
I try and adopt these times like a fresh-face Claire
She's in the garden in the morning with a vista view

I think I'll try it out again back home
Northern California friend
I've been thinking hard enough for what I long
West of the mountain zone
But for now I'm in the old еmpire
No one will evеn know I've gone

I live in a halfway home for the breaking down
I try and adopt these times like a fresh-face Claire
She's in the garden in the morning with a vista view

Tell me what this mean for my one true love
If I surrender now for the things I done
Tell me what's this mean for my one true love