Wandering Eye – Ed Harcourt – letras

They say I got a wandering eyeStraight to far from the flockAlways going where the grass is greenerScared than keep for each lockYou can be my treasure my jewelryCondemn me to the soil on the earthTied me to the end of all voicesPlace better which part goes fastBut here I stomp at the end of some nowhereAnd on in the sling and a thousand yard stareWatching the boats for the families and friendsThey won’t come sure if they have any senseWaiting for section who’s move from the churchA turn that good blessing into a bad curseThey call yourPicking my eye to stopping from drifting away with a tadThey say I got potential for violenceI could kill a men with my own handsBut I can’t focus on anythingA little low a murder I should planI remember when I first saw youI couldn’t move I was paralyzedI wonder if you’ll be the only one to put an end to my wandering eyeBut here I stomp at the end of some nowhereAnd on in the sling and a thousand yard stareWatching the boats for the families and friendsThey won’t come sure if they have any senseWaiting for section who’s move from the churchA turn that good blessing into a bad curseThey call yourPicking my eye to stopping from drifting away with a tadThere’s no way that I can make it soI am falling so far from the topThere’s no doubt of never be like youStay in one place live the life hereThey say I got a wandering eyeStraight to far from the flockAlways going where the grass is greenerScared than keep each lock