"Let's move on to hell!"
"That's quite a way from Grimsby...
Oh, Hull! My mistake."
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"Let's move on to hell!"
"That's quite a way from Grimsby...
Oh, Hull! My mistake."
Oh Hull, my mistake
I was looking for Kingston
A town of Isis
A town of Isis
Beside magical Nile,
Green and Fertile
Green and fertile
Is that land known as the past
It lives within me
It lives within me
Passion and love intertwined
And it lives and grows
And it lives and grows
On conservative light through
rose-tinted windows
rose-tinted windows
that make everything seem right
but the fog is grey
But the fog is grey
during these hushed winter nights
and the fire sings
And the fire sings
A love-song to the darkness
Wherein ashes lie.
Wherein ashes lie
That cold urn on the mantle
A loved one now lost
A loved one now lost
But where on earth could they be
a futile search for...
A futile search for...
The only thing they won't find
But still they will look
but still they will look
in their cold wet suits they dive
to her resting place
To her resting place
Where she used to come for calm
She now lies for good
she now lies for good
bottom of the Atlantic
a former beauty...