Songtexte Tiny Feet - Edgar Hurley

If you'd take the seat
I'd like to know
The harbour he moored me in
Is empty and full of salt
I'm always on his shore
His land's where I call my home
Sometimes we're good at love
But only when it's backwards
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Don't forget me

Can it be bought
Could it be clean
Could it be saved
Saved for me
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Don't forget me