Johnny Flynn And The Suss** Wit - Eyeless in Holloway lyrics

There's a man at hand There's a way between With the sinking sand And a crooked dream And collared off at the modern age of nine Summoned up for walking down the line They lost eyes in old city streets Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek Filled his boots And he tipped his cap And a root-de-toot With the boss and that And told a girl of the summer by the sea Said to her would you like to go with me Wind is turned And a conker drops And the signals changes And the hard to soft In with changes, always out with time Nothing left but walking down the line They lost eyes in old city streets Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek Drag your loose nest through the den And I come out less with sporting wear Mould to fit than you'd be feeling now She is "when" and he is always "how" Then her sweetness and his sweeter scented And her fury's swimming til the fury's mended And lost in all might be to lost in time What join the dots might be to walk the line They lost eyes in old city streets Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek They lost eyes in old city streets Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek They lost eyes in old city streets Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek