Eyeless In Holloway
Johnny Flynn Lyrics

There's a man at hand
There's a way between
The sinking sand
And a crooked dream
And collared off at the modern age of nine
Summoned off for walking down the line

They lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek

He filled his boots
And he tipped his cap
And a root to toot
With the boss and that
And told a girl of the summer by the sea
Said to her would you like to go with me

Wind is turned
And the Tonka trucks
And the singers changed
And the hard to soft
In with changes, always out with time
Nothing left but walking down the line


Dragging loose less through the den
And I come out less with sporting wear
More to fit than you'd be feeling now
She is aware that he is always how

Then her sweetness and his sweeter scented
And her fury's swimming till the fury's bended
And lost in all might be to lost in time
What joy the darts might be to walk the line

[Chorus: x3]

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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Comments from YouTube:

seb johnson

this deserves more than one comment a year

Closing Yak


Evan Hollingdale

Oh my, he's just too good <3

Mel M

Amazing song! Love it

Big Amateur

I got this album recommended and instantly bought it. It's oddly calming to me and I love it.

Florence Ragot

J'aime tout l'album. Une vraie addict!


Love, love, love--

Xavier Legros

3:07 You can hear Johnny lifting his finger from a sticky banjo string

Larisa Budescu

i love this song

Helene Solette

Mais j'aime tellement!!

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