|Vocals, Acoustic Guitar:||Frank Turner|
|Drums, Piano:||Nigel Powell|
Naked and wretched and retching on a hotel bathroom floor, somewhere in the city. Three days not sleeping, not eating, not feeling good any more, drenched in sweat and self-pity. It's not a pretty sight.
Breaking, I'm shaking, it's taking a long, long time to come down off this murderous medication, trying to remember my reasons for running myself into the ground with such dedication.
What to say in my defence? I was imperfect tense. I used to have such balance, but I don't know where it went. So would you be my present sense?
And it's not meant to be, but I am lost at sea, so mermaid, sing to me, of better times and of things that could be on an island in the Mediterranean Sea, and of sleeping and eating at times when I should, and of washing the drink and the drugs from my blood. I've nothing to say in my defence, I'm far from perfect, I'm still tense. But they say that love can change you once, please say that love can change me once, come on and change me.
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 …