Oh with brown eyes shining, shore light on the way to go, And the sun tries to reel him home, I guess you're broke And we lost sight of it, and breath tied up in someone's hold, And your eyes screamed it, Burgh Island in sepia tones. And if I was ever to leave, I'd say before I go That you're the best moment I've ever known. With brown eyes shining, shore light on the way to go, And the sun tries you so long, And we lost sight of it, and breath tide up in someone's hold, And we'll break for it, on Burgh Island in sepia tones. And if I was ever to leave, I'd say before I go That you're the best moment I've ever known. Oh, I bite my tongue, that you maybe the first to the wind 'Cause I heard each song, that man is a fickle child, The one blowing. Oh, I bite my tongue, that you maybe the first to the wind 'Cause I heard each song, that man is a fickle child, The one blowing.