Artist : FRANK TURNER
Album : Sleep Is For The Week
This country is my canvas –
I leave paint trails as I go.
IÂ'm painting a picture
That you can only see from outer space.
My bedroom is your sofa,
I take my breakfast on the train.
IÂ'm tired and IÂ'm dirty, and not a second goes to waste.
IÂ'll be dead but never dying, and I say that with a smile
ItÂ's just my way of trying to be alive.
Well IÂ'll never get to grey hair
And IÂ'll never be in the black,
But I can tell stories that most can hardly dream.
Dreaming is a luxury,
Like stopping-staring and beauty sleep.
IÂ'll stop when IÂ'm finished,
And sleep is for the weak.
HeavenÂ's in the half-light, and thatÂ's where I reside,
A whiskey and a wry smile –
I check my vital signs.
And when IÂ'm gone,
The worlds revolve, and life goes on,
So mark no grave,
Forget my name.
If the song remains
And everybodyÂ's got a drink and a smile,
Well, thatÂ's just fine by me.
Album : Sleep Is For The Week
This country is my canvas –
I leave paint trails as I go.
IÂ'm painting a picture
That you can only see from outer space.
My bedroom is your sofa,
I take my breakfast on the train.
IÂ'm tired and IÂ'm dirty, and not a second goes to waste.
IÂ'll be dead but never dying, and I say that with a smile
ItÂ's just my way of trying to be alive.
Well IÂ'll never get to grey hair
And IÂ'll never be in the black,
But I can tell stories that most can hardly dream.
Dreaming is a luxury,
Like stopping-staring and beauty sleep.
IÂ'll stop when IÂ'm finished,
And sleep is for the weak.
HeavenÂ's in the half-light, and thatÂ's where I reside,
A whiskey and a wry smile –
I check my vital signs.
And when IÂ'm gone,
The worlds revolve, and life goes on,
So mark no grave,
Forget my name.
If the song remains
And everybodyÂ's got a drink and a smile,
Well, thatÂ's just fine by me.
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