Track : A Fisherman With a Clock
Artist : Wheatus
Album : Pop, Songs & Death, Volume 2: The Jupiter EP
A Fisherman With a Clock by Wheatus from album Pop, Songs & Death, Volume 2: The Jupiter EP
Duration : 7 minutes & 57 seconds.
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I was walking down the dock, I met a fisherman with a clock
I asked him do you have the time, to read me back some lines
In a tiny little I wrote when I was sailing on a boat
I had to write them on my shirt about a love that starts to hurt
but feels like a miracle when it starts
With stars and sparkling hearts, splashed all over the internet and everybody knows I bet
That there’s unicorns in France and fairies who love to dance
They point at the devil in the weeds, I think he’s after me
But this is love (who do you love? Who? Who?)
The fisherman pulled a knife, like he would fight me for his life
He'd fought all the monsters in the sea so he wasn’t scared of me
I don’t read out loud for free he said, so what’s in it for me then Fred
I told him he can have the rhyme and everything that’s mine
If he agreed to be the voice who would read out loud the choice
That a girl I knew once made, and if he knew he’s be afraid
But I kept the truth under my hat and he agreed to read it back
And that was how we struck the deal for him to put away his steel and read of love
(Who do you love? Who? Who?)
(Who do you love? Who? Who?)
Here I am, lying down on the driveway with the kittens and the moon is out
There’s snow all on the ground
We were inside they were restless coz I think they miss their mother
so I took them out to play, I couldn’t sleep in there anyway
and they danced and snowy crystals lit by moonlight in the midnight
floating all around, kicking snow up from the ground midnight darkness and the sparkle,
it was there that I could see that you were gone for good, and I understood.
That the moon light and the silence and the snowflakes and any magic wasn’t good enough.
I wasn’t good enough for you to stay.
(I was walking down the dock, I met a fisherman with a clock
I asked him do you have the time, to read me back some lines
In a tiny little I wrote when I was sailing on a boat
I had to write them on my shirt about a love that starts to hurt
but feels like a miracle when it starts)
