Wharf
Theo Mccabe
I've puked on all my ties
Ruined my disguise
And lost my head again
Held hostage by Hurrahs
Cufflinks and a wet moustache
The storm is washing me
So sloshingly
And it takes me by surprise
The moons not in your eyes
Your sleeping like a babe
As we hold our breath and slip beneath the waves
They’ve cordoned off the rain
To keep us dry and keep us sane
The storm is rushing me
So gushingly
And It takes me by surprise
The Moons not in your eyes
Your sleeping like a babe
As we hold our breath and slip beneath the waves