| Song | Pelicans |
| Artist | Patrick Wolf |
| Album | Brumalia EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Caught in the drifting years | |
| between my youth | |
| and adulthood | |
| must I slow down now? | |
| between the breaking wave | |
| and the ghost of this town glory days | |
| and the pelican suspension | |
| here to refuel the passion spent | |
| on our loves tournaments | |
| into the arms of adventure | |
| into the arms of combustion | |
| into the arms of open air | |
| I long to be as careless as I once was | |
| but how do I vapour this pressure off? | |
| this pressure off! | |
| Peòicans go where they dare | |
| there let this be | |
| the shortest day now of my year | |
| pelicans go where ever | |
| where 'ere they dare | |
| into the arms of adventure | |
| pelicans go where ever | |
| wehere 'ere they dare | |
| into th arms of adventure | |
| pelicans go where ever | |
| wehere 'ere they dare | |
| into the arms of daytona | |
| into the arms | |
| of the love he's giving | |
| and wade into the salt | |
| the salten air | |
| open air | |
| the morning mist | |
| clears... open air |
| Caught in the drifting years | |
| between my youth | |
| and adulthood | |
| must I slow down now? | |
| between the breaking wave | |
| and the ghost of this town glory days | |
| and the pelican suspension | |
| here to refuel the passion spent | |
| on our loves tournaments | |
| into the arms of adventure | |
| into the arms of combustion | |
| into the arms of open air | |
| I long to be as careless as I once was | |
| but how do I vapour this pressure off? | |
| this pressure off! | |
| Peo icans go where they dare | |
| there let this be | |
| the shortest day now of my year | |
| pelicans go where ever | |
| where ' ere they dare | |
| into the arms of adventure | |
| pelicans go where ever | |
| wehere ' ere they dare | |
| into th arms of adventure | |
| pelicans go where ever | |
| wehere ' ere they dare | |
| into the arms of daytona | |
| into the arms | |
| of the love he' s giving | |
| and wade into the salt | |
| the salten air | |
| open air | |
| the morning mist | |
| clears... open air |
| Caught in the drifting years | |
| between my youth | |
| and adulthood | |
| must I slow down now? | |
| between the breaking wave | |
| and the ghost of this town glory days | |
| and the pelican suspension | |
| here to refuel the passion spent | |
| on our loves tournaments | |
| into the arms of adventure | |
| into the arms of combustion | |
| into the arms of open air | |
| I long to be as careless as I once was | |
| but how do I vapour this pressure off? | |
| this pressure off! | |
| Peò icans go where they dare | |
| there let this be | |
| the shortest day now of my year | |
| pelicans go where ever | |
| where ' ere they dare | |
| into the arms of adventure | |
| pelicans go where ever | |
| wehere ' ere they dare | |
| into th arms of adventure | |
| pelicans go where ever | |
| wehere ' ere they dare | |
| into the arms of daytona | |
| into the arms | |
| of the love he' s giving | |
| and wade into the salt | |
| the salten air | |
| open air | |
| the morning mist | |
| clears... open air |