|Vocals, Acoustic Guitar:||Frank Turner|
|Electric Guitar:||Ben Lloyd|
|Backing Vocals:||Ciara Haidar|
I rise in the morning at sunrise. The strangers around me sleep soundly at rest. Phones and computers become me, signals stretch back to the land that I left. And oh, in the quiet times, I count up the things that I lack, and slip through the road lines; the betrayal of wandering back.
I left you while you were sleeping, I left you the warmth in your bed where I lay. You left me a love worth keeping, you left me a diary to count off the days. And so in the quiet times, I savour the things that I miss, and slip through the road lines, and wonder how I came to this.
I guess you never know loss till you have something to lose, choice till you have something to choose.
So give me my quiet times to mourn for the things that I've lost. You'll find me on the road lines, counting the miles and the cost. And so I never knew loss because I had nothing to lose, choice because I had nothing to chose. But oh, all the things you do, the way that you close your door, the way that you guard your shores... Darling I'm coming home soon.
Singer-songwriter Frank Turner has had an extraordinary two-years in his native England. Heralded as "The people's prince of punk poetry" by the NME, he has …