Andy Poole - The Shipping Forecast lyrics

She made a starshape On the ground Drew me up with marmite fingers She was the most English of girls Hair hung straight to pretty curls Ducking for froth with the end of her nose Harry Nillson poured out on a cartridge It starts to rain All our wishes came unstuck All that we wanted There's truth in travellers' tales There was this girl In the summer I'll be boring them Both with castles When we're apart All our wishes came unstuck All that we wanted I have been there Spinning with the payload "It's a bomb dear – Elbows off the table." One by one cloudless and starry Age of reason sheer weight of numbers Took the path to the top of the hill Stopping for breath Stopping for holding on Where do we go from here Right to the end Right to the end of the sky The older I get the less it makes sense The colder I get When you are there It starts to make a little bit of sense When you're not around It doesn't make any sense anymore It's all fallen down Vespasian brought his legion here Now it's all fallen down Vespasian brought his people round Now it's all fallen down Within the circle of a Kathryn wheel That starts to burn and turn Away from here