Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hunstanton Pier, artist - Deaf Havana. Album song Fools and Worthless Liars, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 16.10.2011
Record label: BMG Rights Management (UK)
Song language: English
Hunstanton Pier |
It was 2004 if I’m not mistake, when the poison hit my lips |
And I haven’t looked back since |
I had friends back then and a PMA to match, we were young |
And out of touch with the things we’d grow up to hate so much, in time. |
Back when my hair was long and Phil was still alive |
We spent our days trying to speak, to the girls that left us weak |
But now I’m ageing badly and my friends' been laid to rest |
And the ones who let us in are pushing prams or raising twins. |
To tell you the truth I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hate the city |
I need the pier and the fresh sea air of the town that made me. |
In my heart and in my soul are all the people that I’ve known |
And the places I called home |
But in my mind they’re all just things I left behind |
Reminders of the changing times, and these ageing bones of mine. |
Lee and me were schooled in a tourist town |
With less culture than Jeremy Kyle |
But it stole our hearts for a while |
And most weekends I found nothing but regret |
Between many a drunk girls' legs |
And in many a strangers' bed. |
To tell you the truth I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hate the city |
I need the pier and the fresh sea air of the town that made me. |
In my heart and in my soul are all the people that I’ve known |
And the places I called home |
But in my head and in my mind they’re all just things I left behind |
Reminders of the changing times, and these ageing bones of mine. |
The one’s who haven’t died or started families |
Are all just working on building sites or battling with university fees |
And a girl I used to know made me a promise once |
I wonder if she kept it, or if she even remembers it… |
In my heart and in my soul are all the people that I’ve known |
And the places I called home |
But in my mind they’re all just things I left behind |
Reminders of a changing times, and these ageing bones of mine. |
These ageing bones of mine. |