Mark Kozelek - UK Blues 2 (Among The Leaves) lyrics

Oh England, oh the gloom I just left my horribly lonely room I walked to the church where I would play That cold grey August day Before I went on, I knew you were there But I put it on like I didn't care Just played and sang as well as I could If we were to meet, well then we would When I saw your face, yeah it was still That one from those early harmony fills There on that dark Manchester night A riot began but things felt alright Off to a pub with chatty young Brits Listening to all of their horsesh** Glanced at your boots, that watch on your wrist How do I pull you away? Where are you staying? “Down the street” Could I help you off of your sleepy feet? Your eyes are far and glazy Could I walk you back? Don't be crazy Crazy crazy Could I have this night and sing you to sleep? Crazy crazy Morning came, a note from the desk Belfast, you asked, and I said yes I earned my share and polished my shoes But nothing would k** my UK blues UK UK blues From the top of my head To the heels of my shoes UK UK blues Inside my head And inside my shoes Met up on that Main Street of town Played to a half empty room of clowns When I was done, some drunk Irishman Said worst night I've had since Bill Had some laughs and signed autographs Grabbed my pitiful handful of cash The night was slipping off too soon Tomorrow, goodbye, sad Irish moon We walked along, you slightly ahead Until we landed on your big king bed Our brains burned, our bodies hurt I like your stockings and long leather skirt I'm fading off, could I stay the night? “Don't be crazy, it doesn't feel right” Come on Irene, are you sure? God f** this lonely tune Walked back down those terrible halls Past those dark chocolate brown walls Looked up at the ceiling A gold skin peeling You never write and you never call I sometimes wonder, will you at all? But time is past, doesn't phase me Don't be crazy