Eyeless In Holloway
๐ต 1263 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:05 duration
๐ ID: 537139
๐ Lyrics
There's a man at hand, there's a way between
The sinking sand and a crooked dream
And collared off at the modern age of nine
Summoned off for walking down the line
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
He filled his boots and he tipped his cap
And a root to toot with the boss and that
And told a girl of the summer by the sea
Said to her, would you like to go with me?
Wind is turned and the concord trucks
And the singers changed and the hard to soft
And in with changes, always out with time
Nothing left but walking down the line
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
Dragging loose less through the den
And I come out less with sporting wear
More to fit than you'd be feeling now
She is aware that he is always how
Then her sweetness and his sweeter scented
And her fury's swimming till the fury's bended
And lost in all might be to lost in time
What joy the darts might be to walk the line
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
The sinking sand and a crooked dream
And collared off at the modern age of nine
Summoned off for walking down the line
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
He filled his boots and he tipped his cap
And a root to toot with the boss and that
And told a girl of the summer by the sea
Said to her, would you like to go with me?
Wind is turned and the concord trucks
And the singers changed and the hard to soft
And in with changes, always out with time
Nothing left but walking down the line
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
Dragging loose less through the den
And I come out less with sporting wear
More to fit than you'd be feeling now
She is aware that he is always how
Then her sweetness and his sweeter scented
And her fury's swimming till the fury's bended
And lost in all might be to lost in time
What joy the darts might be to walk the line
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:54.53] There's a man at hand, there's a way between
[00:57.19] The sinking sand and a crooked dream
[00:58.98] And collared off at the modern age of nine
[01:03.27] Summoned off for walking down the line
[01:07.95] They lost eyes in old city streets
[01:11.60] Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
[01:20.93] He filled his boots and he tipped his cap
[01:22.94] And a root to toot with the boss and that
[01:25.16] And told a girl of the summer by the sea
[01:29.19] Said to her, would you like to go with me?
[01:33.48] Wind is turned and the concord trucks
[01:35.60] And the singers changed and the hard to soft
[01:37.69] And in with changes, always out with time
[01:41.56] Nothing left but walking down the line
[01:46.34] They lost eyes in old city streets
[01:50.29] Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
[01:59.69] Dragging loose less through the den
[02:01.93] And I come out less with sporting wear
[02:03.90] More to fit than you'd be feeling now
[02:07.96] She is aware that he is always how
[02:12.29] Then her sweetness and his sweeter scented
[02:14.48] And her fury's swimming till the fury's bended
[02:16.89] And lost in all might be to lost in time
[02:20.74] What joy the darts might be to walk the line
[02:27.33]
[02:58.80] They lost eyes in old city streets
[03:03.11] Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
[03:08.59] They lost eyes in old city streets
[03:12.41] Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
[03:17.12] They lost eyes in old city streets
[03:21.20] Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
[03:28.83]
[00:57.19] The sinking sand and a crooked dream
[00:58.98] And collared off at the modern age of nine
[01:03.27] Summoned off for walking down the line
[01:07.95] They lost eyes in old city streets
[01:11.60] Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
[01:20.93] He filled his boots and he tipped his cap
[01:22.94] And a root to toot with the boss and that
[01:25.16] And told a girl of the summer by the sea
[01:29.19] Said to her, would you like to go with me?
[01:33.48] Wind is turned and the concord trucks
[01:35.60] And the singers changed and the hard to soft
[01:37.69] And in with changes, always out with time
[01:41.56] Nothing left but walking down the line
[01:46.34] They lost eyes in old city streets
[01:50.29] Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
[01:59.69] Dragging loose less through the den
[02:01.93] And I come out less with sporting wear
[02:03.90] More to fit than you'd be feeling now
[02:07.96] She is aware that he is always how
[02:12.29] Then her sweetness and his sweeter scented
[02:14.48] And her fury's swimming till the fury's bended
[02:16.89] And lost in all might be to lost in time
[02:20.74] What joy the darts might be to walk the line
[02:27.33]
[02:58.80] They lost eyes in old city streets
[03:03.11] Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
[03:08.59] They lost eyes in old city streets
[03:12.41] Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
[03:17.12] They lost eyes in old city streets
[03:21.20] Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek
[03:28.83]