Eventually The Phoenix Foundation

Hello my love, a poorly morning
Ships be yawning in their moorings
Rain and wind and swirling sea
But the sun will come, eventually

I follow your lead through thick pine-needles
Far above the glass and steel
The trees will burn the birds will creep
And we will be discreet, eventually

And this is the life
Walking in our raincoats, (raincoats...)

Wandering up old Mount Victoria
Looking upon the ocean
Drawing pictures of a foamy sea
Where we will flee, eventually

And this is the life
Walking in our raincoats, (raincoats...)
And this is the life
Walking in our raincoats

In damp, cold flats with broken heaters
History chaps, old fact-repeaters
With coffee, scones, and scarves decree
What the world will be, eventually
With coffee, scones, and scarves decree
What the world will be eventually, eventually