Jonathan Cole Lyrics

Maximo Park Jonathan Cole

It’s a courtesy
But it’s not that common
Jon in shorts and sandals
With a guiding hand
Just in case

Lateness in life
Too early this time

The colours lit up the paper
I hope you were found in the forest

From Romney Marsh to Hastings
He left a trail of independence
Investigating torsos
A private life
Lived at night

Lateness in life
Too early this time

The colours lit up the paper
I hope you were found in the forest
Always beyond you
Never quite on the same wavelength

I hope you were found...
I hope you were found...
I hope you were found...
in the forest