Burgh Island - Ben Howard/Monica Heldal

With brown eyes shining short lane on a way to go

And the sun tries you're feeling home I guess you're broke

And we're all sick of it and breath tide up in someone's hold

And I screamed at you Burgh Island and see through your toes

And if ever to leave I'll say before I go

That you're the best moment I have ever known

With brown eyes shining short lane on a way to go

And the sun tries you so long

And we're all sick of it and breath tide up in someone's hold

And we'll break for it in Burgh Island and see through your toes

And if ever to leave I'll say before I go

That you're the best moment I have ever known

Oh I bite my tongue that you leave it the first to the wind

'cause I heard the song by my means of fickled child

The one blowning

Oh I bite my tongue brought you many the first to run

'cause I heard each song by means of fickled child

The one blowing