Green Green Grass - George Ezra

The old hometown looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing Though the paint is cracked and dry And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane, I walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Then I awake and look around me At four grey walls that surround me And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming For there's a guard and there's a sad, old padre On and on, we'll walk at daybreak Again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me 'Neath the green, green grass of home

Well, I've got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor Reminds me of the times we've shared Makes me wish that you were here, 'cause Now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life Well, all the songs have been erased Guess I've learned from my mistakes, well Open the past and present now, and we are there Story to tell, and I am listening Open the past and present and the future too It's all I've got, and I'm giving it to you Well, loose ends tied in knots, leaving a lump down in my throat Well, gagging on a souvenir Lived to fill another year We'll drag it on and on until my skin is ripped to shreds Well, leaving myself open wide Living out a sacrifice, well Open the past and present now, and we are there Story to tell, and I am listening Open the past and present and the future too It's all I've got, and I'm giving it to you If you got no one And I've got no place to go Would it be alright? Could it be alright? Well, I've got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor Reminds me of the times we shared Makes me wish that you were here, 'cause Now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life Well, all the songs have been erased Guess I've learned from my mistakes, well Open the past and present now, and we are there Story to tell, and I am listening Open the past and present and the future too It's all I've got, and I'm giving it to you It's all I've got, and I'm giving it to you

Shotgun to the back of my heart, I don't turn around to see who let one ring out Said you'll never do me wrong? Guess we see how that plays out Is it true? Is it true? Heading to the Massacre Bodies arriving every day Look at those shells you heard Picking the bones up along the way Let it ring out Let it ring out Let it ring out Let it ring out Sharpshooter in my backyard Killed a small boy once, never told no one If it wasn't for my shotgun, he'd be alive and I'd be halfway, to heaven Instead of sitting in the dark, going through hell you should've been here Wish you had been here Heading to the Massacre Bodies arriving every day Look at those shells you heard Picking the bones up along the way Let it ring out Let it ring out Let it ring out Let it ring out Shotgun to the back of my heart, I don't turn around to see who let one ring out Lately I've been questioning Am I all I pretend to be? I doubt it, I doubt it Lately I've been questioning Am I all I pretend to be? I doubt it, I doubt it

Leave Your skin on morning glow Feel the warmth, don't let it run Away from here We fall in and out of highs and lows Lift your feet, don't let the floor Clip your heels Waves from the fear of the unknown 'Cause this fear interferes with our growth I just want to move Closer to the feeling Move, but too tired to do More than what we used to Keep the thoughts you had sometime ago But there's no need to hold them close The fire comes near And we shouldn't clear our throats Of our speech just to keep their dreams afloat I just want to move Closer to the feeling Move, but too tired to do More than what we used to do I just want to move Closer to the feeling Move, but too tired to do More than what we used to do

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour