Pinches Of Salt Lyrics - Harper Roy

Arthur read stories he got from the shelf 

In the gingerbread house of the men in between 

Making his mind up to keep to himself 

And somewhere the future had been 

Pinches of salt 

Nobody's fault 

Just the tune of the moon on the ocean 

One year quite suddenly out of the blue 

The phone box grew curtains with Sanderson prints 

And designers of countryside loaded the view 

With 'sort of' decisions and hints 

And Arthur slept in on the edge of his seat 

Way back in his mind where the butterflies flew 

Bread non-commital to live nice and neat 

With lots of his dreams coming true 

Pinches of salt 

Nobody's fault 

Just the tune of the moon on the ocean 

Then came the day of the gig on the stage 

The butterflies fluttered and scenery shook 

Shapes became colours and turning a page 

Wasn't just quite by the book 

But Arthur was sure 

There must be some more 

Pinches of salt 

Nobody's fault 

As the wolves of the law 

Blew down the door 

With the tune of the moon on the ocean