[02:53.00]Crashing Into The Harbour
[02:53.00]
[02:53.00]Henry James, sailed into the night
[02:53.00]Such a poor vessel, such a lonely face
[02:53.00]He had the courage, but didn’t have the knowledge
[02:53.00]So he drowned
[02:53.00]
[02:53.00]Madam waltzed into the room
[02:53.00]Such an angry dress, in a beautiful saloon
[02:53.00]Oh my, oh my my my
[02:53.00]And it’s a slow walk, back into the night
[02:53.00]
[02:53.00]On Fridays I get paid to forget what I’ve done
[02:53.00]On Sundays I change, I turn a different man
[02:53.00]I play cross harp, and I play guitar with the local band
[02:53.00]
[02:53.00]A sad, sad story, true it is, but I’ve got no other one to tell
[02:53.00]And this is how it is, and this is how it goes
[02:53.00]And it’s a slow walk…
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[02:53.00]Henry James, last time we spoke
[02:53.00]You were walking this floor, up and down
[02:53.00]Staring at the train, that’s taking her away
[02:53.00]Into your heart, and nothing more
[02:53.00]And it’s a slow walk, back into the night