Тексты песен Johnny Flynn

There's a man at hand, there's a way between The sinking sand and a crooked dream And collared off at the modern age of nine Summoned off for walking down the line They lost eyes in old city streets W

Tickle me pink, I'm rosy as a flushed red apple skin Except I've never been as sweet I've rolled around the orchard and found myself too awkward And tickle me green, I'm too naive Pray for the people