Lyrics Papa - Scott Helman

You don′t have much time left so
Let's use up what we got
Yeah, it′s on days like this I
Wish we believed in God

You're lookin' back at your life
I′m looking forward at mine
It′s true but it don't make sense
That we′re both running out of time

Remember Thomas the Tank Engine
And the sips of gin on a jet-lagged winter night
Remember the way you drove
Those London roads
Had to hold on for my life
You were like, "Fee-fi-fo-fum", coming up the stairs
We'd laugh, me and Jack, saying, "Papa, I′m scared"
Now I'm really scared

You talk just like the old you
And then you start to cough
I′m tryin' to be strong but
It's obvious I′m not

You′re lookin' back at your life
I′m looking forward at mine
It's true but it don′t make sense
That we're both running out time

Remember Thomas the Tank Engine
And the sips of gin on a jet-lagged winter night
Remember the way you drove
Those London roads
Had to hold on for my life
You were like, "Fee-fi-fo-fum", coming up the stairs
We′d laugh, me and Jack, saying, "Papa, I'm scared"
But now I'm really scared

Message received Friday, May 31st
At 11:33 p.m.
Joe, I′m in fucking Buckley Ward I think
Room eight, and I′m really knackered and
I really wanna go to bed

We'll always remember Thomas the Tank Engine
And the sips of gin on a jet-lagged winter night
Remember the way you drove
Those London roads
Had to hold on for my life
You were like, "Fee-fi-fo-fum", coming up the stairs
We′d laugh, me and Jack, saying, "Papa, I'm scared"
Now I′m really scared

Okay I'll speak to you perhaps tomorrow morning
Okay I loves you darling