The Charlatans UK The Blonde Waltz Lyrics

Oh, my love, my darling young son
All we need is a hungry council
Clean living its all here in your home

Wouldn't it be nice to get away
Shout morning how are you today
My hands are blazing
My arms are broken

I looked you up, I read your book
I held you up, I kept you good
I guess I didnt really take a look
I guess I'm your man

Oh, my love be quiet and be quick
I found a house to live, keep out the weather
Im blind and Im sick

I heard the sound of thunder
In the place where all the poets sing
I couldnt get out, I couldnt get in
Im hearing you, Im hearing you

I looked up, I found love
I couldnt see I'll soon be 33
I guess I didnt really want to see
I guess I'm your man

Oh, lord I feel my footsteps go on
All we need is a loving council, clean living
And Ill keep moving on

Ill keep my guard, and buy another farm
Find a hospital to fix you're broken arm
Be a pedigree on a higher ground
Come with me come with me

I've been run on, been walked on
Been spat upon
Been whispered to
I guess I didnt mean to hurt you

I don't even try not to think about it
Build yourself a ship and you destroy it
I always have to check to see if I'm still breathing

Oh, my love my darling young son
Go rest your weary head
I will pray for good to come

Wouldn't it be nice to get away
Shout morning how are you today
My hands are blazing my arms are broken

I took you up, I read your book
I looked you up, I kept you good
I guess I didnt really take a look
I guess I'm your man
I guess I'm your man

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