Pelicans - Patrick Wolf

Caught in the drifting years

Between my youth

And adulthood

Must I slow down now?

Between the breaking wave

And the ghost of this town glory days

And the pelican suspension

Here to refuel the passion spent

On our loves tournaments

Into the arms of adventure

Into the arms of combustion

Into the arms of open air

I long to be as careless as I once was

But how do I vapour this pressure off?

This pressure off!

Peòicans go where they dare

There let this be

The shortest day now of my year

Pelicans go where ever

Where 'ere they dare

Into the arms of adventure

Pelicans go where ever

Wehere 'ere they dare

Into th arms of adventure

Pelicans go where ever

Wehere 'ere they dare

Into the arms of daytona

Into the arms

Of the love he’s giving

And wade into the salt

The salten air

Open air

The morning mist

Clears… open air