Fionn Regan
Midnight Ferry Crossing
From the sticks to the big smokeShe looked out the window barely spokeSome things in life are hard to swallowThe first thing that we will doWhen we get there is rent a roomOur spirits on a wind will have to followWe'll say all our goodbyesWe'll cut all of our tiesMidnight ferry crossingSome people see it from miles awayOthers just wake up one dayThe rug is pulled from underneath their feetAt night I walked across the ice Bunting over my shoulderAnd a hunting knife in my teethWe'll say all our goodbyesWe'll cut all of our tiesMidnight ferry crossing
From Letras Mania