|
Search
Song Lyrics
I don't have much luck these days
With far too much time
Lost a lot of my rhythm
In this bubble of mine.
I would sure like to help you
I will give you my word
Then I'll fly away, brother
Float away like a bird.
You don't get much dignity
You don't get much sense of pride
When your mind gets too narrow
And your nose gets too wide.
I breathe and I'm trying
In my cauldron tonight
Though a part of me's dying
There's a part come alive.
'cause I had a dream last night
That you were beside me
Two kids in the garden
And your love behind me
Though today may taste bitter
Maybe tomorrow is gold
Lord, I wanna get happy
Before I get old.
So I took out some paper
And I dug out a pen
Poured myself out some water
And I rinsed out the gin.
I spoke of my dream that night
In the greatest detail
Of my beautiful children
And my sweet abigail.
Ah, but before she can find me
Before I can let her in
Before no sweet happy ending
Let the battle begin.
Let the trumpets blow valhalla
Let the soldier arise
Lord, let abigail catch me
When I fall from the skies.
'cause I had a dream last night
That you were beside me
Two kids in the garden
And all this behind me
Though today may taste bitter
Maybe tomorrow is gold
Lord, I wanna get happy
Before I get old.
Lord, I wanna get happy
Before I get old.
Lord, I wanna get happy
Before I get old.
Album
 Abigail
More music by Paolo Nutini
|
Video
Karaoke scroller
 
|
| Paolo Nutini Song Lyrics - Abigail |
