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(difford/tilbrook) |
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Bar illuminations shiver |
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Shadows on the street |
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The cypriot sailors |
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Find the world back at their feet |
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Endless days of tobacco nights by the radio |
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I wonder if they'll ever go to heaven |
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The beer mats are wading |
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In a table of froth |
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The bar girl is serving |
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With a check drying cloth |
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She'll bend over backwards even though she's knackered |
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I wonder if there'll have her up in heaven |
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Like the sailors i walk home, it's six a.m. |
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Heaven's round the corner in a comfortable bed |
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And i love her. |
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The officers and seamen |
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Elbow places at the bar |
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Words that tempt the goddess |
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Don't leave beats upon the heart |
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But she'll service his pleasure |
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And never know the treasure |
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That his wife keeps forever up in heaven |
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The first light of the morning |
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Proves too much for the street |
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No one sees each other |
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Just their presence there to meet |
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Your chin takes to stubble at the sight of a funnel |
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And the gangplank is no trouble up to heaven |
