Текст песни White Cliffs - The Wytches

The white cliffs of dover
Sitting on the parkway
Try to stay for longer
It's all a rush lately
I look at how you turned out
And making sure I won't forget

They don't have my back
Just funny games turned sad
So go alone, my wayward brother
And many thanks

But how I fear you won't mind
If I'm not there tomorrow
Stranded out with money guilt
So do I live or sell myself?

They don't have my back
Just funny games turned sad
So go alone, my wayward brother
And many thanks