Song | Southernmost |
Artist | The Lucksmiths |
Album | Happy Secret |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Weekends away: | |
These were the happiest days | |
Ill with the thrill of the chase | |
They’d take a train | |
Take off Friday for the coast | |
In summer they’d go southernmost | |
Where the sky was swimming-pool blue | |
And the swimming pool was too | |
And every single weekend | |
They’d dive in at the deep end | |
And come Monday morning | |
His skin still smelled like chlorine | |
Remember when forever seemed just fine? | |
Seen through glasses of rose coloured wine | |
They’d sit up all night talking | |
Now she’s sound asleep to the sound of his walkman | |
And every single weekend | |
The divide between them deepens | |
A curse across the kitchen | |
He might still be within spitting distance | |
But there’s only one way to find out... | |
Take heart | |
Take a train to the coast | |
Take heart | |
Take a train southernmost | |
Take heart |
Weekends away: | |
These were the happiest days | |
Ill with the thrill of the chase | |
They' d take a train | |
Take off Friday for the coast | |
In summer they' d go southernmost | |
Where the sky was swimmingpool blue | |
And the swimming pool was too | |
And every single weekend | |
They' d dive in at the deep end | |
And come Monday morning | |
His skin still smelled like chlorine | |
Remember when forever seemed just fine? | |
Seen through glasses of rose coloured wine | |
They' d sit up all night talking | |
Now she' s sound asleep to the sound of his walkman | |
And every single weekend | |
The divide between them deepens | |
A curse across the kitchen | |
He might still be within spitting distance | |
But there' s only one way to find out... | |
Take heart | |
Take a train to the coast | |
Take heart | |
Take a train southernmost | |
Take heart |
Weekends away: | |
These were the happiest days | |
Ill with the thrill of the chase | |
They' d take a train | |
Take off Friday for the coast | |
In summer they' d go southernmost | |
Where the sky was swimmingpool blue | |
And the swimming pool was too | |
And every single weekend | |
They' d dive in at the deep end | |
And come Monday morning | |
His skin still smelled like chlorine | |
Remember when forever seemed just fine? | |
Seen through glasses of rose coloured wine | |
They' d sit up all night talking | |
Now she' s sound asleep to the sound of his walkman | |
And every single weekend | |
The divide between them deepens | |
A curse across the kitchen | |
He might still be within spitting distance | |
But there' s only one way to find out... | |
Take heart | |
Take a train to the coast | |
Take heart | |
Take a train southernmost | |
Take heart |