Francis

you on a rock in the sea
your hair in the wind so pretty
cryin’ in your blue dungarees – so young
dreams came real easy back then
you’d smile and the world would just spin
time was your very best friend back then
somewhere on the Isle of White
you kissed naiveté goodbye

and it’s one, two
here it comes again, again
three, four lock the door
one fine day
you’ll need some medication just to deal
with the ghost of innocence
Francis

he was a stranger to love
and you, with your hand like a dove
could break open his troubled heart so wide
silver bells and golden rings
promises of better things

and it’s one, two
here it comes again, again
three, four lock the door
one fine day
you’ll need some medication just to deal
with the ghost of innocence
Francis

dressing up like a pirate
you’re off on your own
looking for some lost treasure
beneath blood and bone
what you want is something your eyes can’t see
what you need is magical thinking

and it’s one, two
here it comes again, again
three, four lock the door
one fine day
you’ll need some medication just to deal
but you’re still innocent
Francis