Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Fisherman With A Clock, artist - Wheatus. Album song Pop, Songs & Death Vol. 2, the Jupiter EP, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 16.07.2011
Record label: Montauk Mantis
Song language: English
A Fisherman With A Clock |
I was walking down the dock, I met a fisherman with a clock |
I asked him do you have the time, to read me back some lines |
In a tiny little verse I wrote when I was sailing on a boat |
I had to write them on my shirt about a love that starts to hurt |
but feels like a miracle when it starts |
With stars and sparkling hearts, splashed all over the internet and everybody |
knows I bet |
That there’s unicorns in France and fairies who love to dance |
They point at the devil in the weeds, I think he’s after me |
But this is love (who do you love? Who? Who?) |
The fisherman pulled a knife, like he would fight me for his life |
He’d fought all the monsters in the sea so he wasn’t scared of me |
I don’t read out loud for free he said, so what’s in it for me then Fred |
I told him he can have the rhyme and everything that’s mine |
If he agreed to be the voice who would read out loud the choice |
That a girl I knew once made, and if he knew he’s be afraid |
But I kept the truth under my hat and he agreed to read it back |
And that was how we struck the deal for him to put away his steel and read of |
love |
(Who do you love? Who? Who?) |
(Who do you love? Who? Who?) |
Here I am, lying down on the driveway with the kittens and the moon is out |
There’s snow all on the ground |
We were inside they were restless coz I think they miss their mother |
so I took them out to play, I couldn’t sleep in there anyway |
and they danced and snowy crystals lit by moonlight in the midnight |
floating all around, kicking snow up from the ground midnight darkness and the |
sparkle, |
it was there that I could see that you were gone for good, and I understood. |
That the moon light and the silence and the snowflakes and any magic wasn’t |
good enough. |
I wasn’t good enough for you to stay. |
(I was walking down the dock, I met a fisherman with a clock |
I asked him do you have the time, to read me back some lines |
In a tiny little verse I wrote when I was sailing on a boat |
I had to write them on my shirt about a love that starts to hurt |
but feels like a miracle when it starts) |