Wharf (ii)

I’ve puked on all my ties
I’ve ruined my disguise
And I lost my head again
Held hostage by who I
Cufflinks and a wet moustache
The storm is rushing me
So sloshing me
And it take me by surprise
The moon’s not in your eyes
You’re sleeping like a babe
As we hold a breathe and slip beneath the waves
They’ve cordoned off the lane
To keep us dry and keep us sane
The storm is rushing me
So gushing me
And it take me by surprise
The moon’s not in your eyes
You’re sleeping like a babe
As we hold a breathe and slip beneath the waves