burgh island

Ben Howard

With brown eyes shining, short lane on a way to go
And the sun tries you're feeling home, I guess you're broke
And we're all sick of it, and breath tide up in someone's hold
And I screamed at you, Burgh Island, and see through your toes

And if ever to leave, I'll say before I go
That you're the best moment I have ever known

With brown eyes shining, short lane on a way to go
And the sun tries you so long
And we're all sick of it, and breath tide up in someone's hold
And we'll break for it, in Burgh Island and see through your toes

And if ever to leave, I'll say before I go
That you're the best moment I have ever known

Oh, I bite my tongue that you leave it the first to the wind
'Cause I heard the song by my means of fickled child
The one blowning

Oh, I bite my tongue, brought you many the first to run
'Cause I heard each song by means of fickled child
The one blowing