Abigail Songtext

Paolo Nutini

von Last Night In The Bittersweet

Abigail Songtext
I don't have much luck these days
With far too much time
Lost a lot of my rhythm
In this bubble of mine

I would sure like to help you
I will give you my word
Then I'll fly away, brother
Float away like a bird
You don't get much dignity
You don't get much sense of pride
When your mind gets too narrow
And your nose gets too wide

I breathe and I'm trying
In my cauldron tonight
Though a part of me's dying
There's a part come alive

'Cause I had a dream last night
That you were beside me
Two kids in the garden
And your love behind me
Though today may taste bitter
Maybe tomorrow is gold
Lord, I wanna get happy
Before I get old

So I took out some paper
And I dug out a pen
Poured myself out some water
And I rinsed out the gin

I spoke of my dream that night
In the greatest detail
Of my beautiful children
And my sweet Abigail

Ah, but before she can find me
Before I can let her in
Before no sweet happy ending
Let the battle begin

Let the trumpets blow Valhalla
Let the soldier arise
Lord, let Abigail catch me
When I fall from the skies

'Cause I had a dream last night
That you were beside me
Two kids in the garden
And all this behind me
Though today may taste bitter
Maybe tomorrow is gold
Lord, I wanna get happy
Before I get old

Lord, I wanna get happy
Before I get old

Lord, I wanna get happy
Before I get old
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