John Keats (Live at St Pancras Old Church, London, 2012)

I've got a copy

Of catcher in the rye

In my top pocket

I think you know why

Order me something

From the dusty top shelf

I can't keep my secrets in

Nor my hand to myself

So we put on those old records

Drank spirits with my friends

But not long ago

I could never know

Like you'd turn a page

Someone could go

Our Lady of Sorrows

Please take my hand

That was a hard year

Even if I'd been an older man

She said you're twenty three now

You know Keats went at twenty five

You've only got ten more years

'till Christ was crucified

So we put on those old records

Drank spirits with my friends

But not long ago

I could never know

Like you'd turn a page

Someone could go

In our concrete walls

c sweet perfume,

That the lilies make

cs they fill the room

But not long ago

I could never know

Like you'd turn a page

Someone would go

In our concrete walls

c sweet perfume

That the lilies make

cs they fill the room

cs they fill the room

cs they fill the room