Drink and slow living are still kind of Giving me hangovers without a hope So I jumped in the Clyde and watched my love die And floated away on a boat
My fingers touch the solid stones Strong and cold, they keep me from home Imprisoned like a wingless dove Far away from the land I love Lonely days
: My fingers touch the solid stones Strong and cold, they keep me from home Imprisoned like a wingless dove Far away from the land I love Lonely days