|Vocals, Acoustic Guitar:||Frank Turner|
Oh my friend loneliness, where have you been? You left me to the lure of a lover who left me alone. And now you come crawling back, and I’ll let you in, and we’ll slip back into grooves that we cut in ourselves long ago.
Oh my dear distance, I've met you before, in the longing of a lover who's lost on a far distant shore. And all my imperfections are all that remain, on the days when I love you and leave you, and you wish that I would stay.
But there must be a better half, somewhere out there, and she lives a better life, a life that she shares, shares with a better man, a man who is there when she calls in the night, who says "Hey, it's alright."
And I know what she looks like, her face and her skin, her smell and the rest. I know the feel of her soul but, God help me, I just cannot find her address. Oh how I've tried and now all that is left is my old friends distance and sweet loneliness.
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 …