Fisherman's Tale - The House Of Love

Deep blue eyes

Take me through my sleep

I believe in Jesus

I just don’t have belief

Take me to the sea

Petrol on my rose

Wash and sail away

I feel so lost alive

I swim just to survive

I’ve learnt my lesson well

So bitter and unique, on low ground

Slide me through the sand

Grit is just a phase

Shells and rocks are fine

It’s only little things

That slip into your shoes

And work their way around

And hey, worry turns to murder

Give me deep blue eyes

To take me through my sleep

I believe in Jesus

I just don’t have belief