Produced and Engineered by Bob Mackenzie and Chris Turpin
Mixed and Mastered by Bob Mackenzie
Lyric Video by Michael Kessler
Copyright (C) 2024 Vow Road Records.
Oh I’m going to build a ship to plough the salty tide
cut across to New York, let the North Star be my bride
Because too many times I’ve been lied to in my home
now I feel my body burning, in a room made of stone
Oh ohhhh
Oh sweet Adelaide, I promised to give you everything I made
But my honour meant as much to you as the air beneath your blade
I was nothing more than a dog scratching at your door
Now I’m rolling like a cannon ball, down the aisle of old Saint Paul’s
May the wind be unbroken
Put the shape to my sail
May the heavens be a whisper
To the sea and the hail
Under a blanket of rain wet stars
I’m leaving, I’m leaving, because tomorrow’s just too far
Oh A love like yours, will promise you anything
But leave you lost as any white bird tied up to her wings
Time and again your name comes tripping back to my tongue
But I’m drunk to the horizon and into its arms I run
Yeah I’m drunk to the horizon and into its arms I run