Commodore

Lyrics by：Ed Tullett

Composed by：Ed Tullett

Over the deep Manhattan squall

The din of summer going long

It said I was here but it didn't feel I'd gone

Open the heavens send me home

The more that I said it the less I regret it

I swore I heard you murmur something

In four or five days we'll be back there again and

If I can't live it I don't deserve to go

They said we killed the Commodore

But all I heard was highway roar

Peeling the paint from swathes of the hotel walls

I missed the bleak midwinter cold

The more that I said it the less I regret it

I swore I heard you murmur something

In four or five days we'll be back there again and

If I can't live it I don't deserve to

Occupy time in the myriad lives that

I don't really feel that I can

Quantify I could die multiple times but

I'll never truly know anyone