Letras:
Frank Turner The First Three Years

If I was to walk from where I am To where you are right now I'd have to cross eight borders and three seas. But that might show you what you mean to

You've been pretty since the day that you were born So the roots of your beautiful hair Drew all the water that your body could hold So when your soul

Naked and retched and retching on a hotel bathroom floor, Somewhere in the City Three days no sleeping, not eating, not feeling good anymore Drenched

the quick Longing for that voice again On the phone You always ask if I'm OK But it's not the same as being happy I travelled 40,000 miles last year

and family solemnly tell you you will Have to grow up be an adult yeah be bored and unfulfilled Oh when no ones yet explained to me exactly what's so great About slaving 50 years

Moving, keep moving, the tour never stops. In the light of petrol stations and cheap corner shops I have finally figured a list of the things that I'

I remember the day - the day when I had to take you to the airport And put you on a plane, and so you left me. Left me alone on an empty tube train,

(Originally by The Lemonheads) I always had a roof above me, I always paid the rent And I've never set foot inside a tent I couldn't build a fire to

A free house, a sound-system and a fridge full of beer; I've known how this story ends for a good few years. The night lays out before my eyes, there