A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach. He was a friend that I could not reach. He thought I was cold but I understand. But for the grace of god goes another man.
A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach. He was a friend that I could not reach. He thought I was cold but I understand. But for the grace of god goes another man.
A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach. He was a friend that I could not reach. He thought I was cold but I understand. But for the grace of god goes another man.
Dried up, a guitar upon my knee. I should have sold out when the devil came for me. Dig a hole and throw it out to sea. Break the code, how happy I could be.