Frank Turner Recovery
Blacking in and out in a strange flat in east London. Somebody I don’t
really know just gave me something to help set me down and stop me always
thinking about you. And you know your life is heading in a questionable
direction when you’re off in days with strangers and you can’t remember
anything except way you sound when you told me you didn’t know what I
should do.
It’s a long road out to recovery from here, a long way back to the light.
A long road out to recovery from here, a long way back to whats right.
And so I wake up in the morning just like every other day and like every
boring blues song I get swallowed by the pain, so I fumble for your figure
in the darkness just to make it go away. But you’re not lying there any
longer and I know that it’s my fault so I been crawling on the floor and
pounding on the walls and I’ve been divvying my darkness and serotonin
boosters, cider and some kind of smelling salts.
a long road out to recovery from here, a long way back to the light. A
long road out to recovery from here, a long road to making it right.
so on the first night we met you said well darling let’s make a deal, if
anybody ever asks us well let’s say that we met in jail. And that’s the
story that I’m sticking to like a southern face that comforts but today I
need to hear some truth if I’m ever getting through this. Yea you once sent
me a letter that said if I was lost at sea, close my eyes and catch a time
idea and only think of me. Well darling now I’m sinking I’m as lost as
lost can be and I’m hoping you can drag me f..cking down and out to my
recovery.
if you could just give me a sign and just a subtle little glimmer, a
suggestion that you’d have me if I could only make me better then I’d walk
a little taller and stand a little stronger all the time. Cause I know you
are a sinning but I think I can surprise you cause people can get better
baby if they really want to or at least that’s what I have to tell myself
if I’m hoping to survive.
it’s a long road out to recovery from here, a long road back to the light.
A long road out to recovery from here, a long way to making it right.
So darling, sweet lover, won’t you help me to recover,
darling, sweet lover, won’t you help me to recover,
darling, sweet lover, won’t you help me to recover,
darling, sweet lover, one day this will all be over.
