Wharf (ii) - Horsey

I’ve puked on all my ties

I’ve ruined my disguise

And I lost my head again

Held hostage by who I

Cufflinks and a wet moustache

The storm is rushing me

So sloshing me

And it take me by surprise

The moon’s not in your eyes

You’re sleeping like a babe

As we hold a breathe and slip beneath the waves

They’ve cordoned off the lane

To keep us dry and keep us sane

The storm is rushing me

So gushing me

And it take me by surprise

The moon’s not in your eyes

You’re sleeping like a babe

As we hold a breathe and slip beneath the waves