Plain Sailing Weather Lyrics - The Third Three Years - Frank Turner

Just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather 

And I can fuck up anything, anything 

It was a wonderful life when we were together 

And now I've fucked up every little goddamn thing 

Amelie lied to me, this was supposed to be easy 

I found the one damn person to help me fall asleep in the night 

But sleeping gets tiring and dark reminds me of dying 

And as long as this feeble heart is still beating 

You will find me rushing through every room, switching on all the lights 

The problem with falling in love in late-night bars 

Is that there's always more nights, there's always more bars 

The problem with showing your lover your scars 

Is that everybody's lover is covered in scars 

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So give me one fine day of plain sailing weather 

And I can fuck up anything, anything 

It was a wonderful life when we were together 

And now I've fucked up every 

Things got fractious and I felt faithless 

At that moment just before the dawn when everything falls apart 

But baby I didn't mean it, for things to get desperate 

I let slip my guard, I let go of the rudder 

Now we're drifting in the current away from one another 

Give me one fine day of plain sailing weather 

And I can fuck up anything, anything 

It was a wonderful life when we were together 

And now I've fucked up everything 

Give me one fine day of plain sailing weather 

And I can fuck up anything, anything 

It was a wonderful life when we were together 

And now I've fucked up every little goddamn thing 

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Every little goddamn thing 

Every little goddamn thing 

Every little goddamn thing 

Every little goddamn thing 

I've been skirting 'round the rim 

Of doing something brave, and not just standing, but jumping in 

Of making circles into squares, of laying down 

The bare facts like a burden I can't bear 

But I can almost find the words 

But I can see the way you'd fold your hands 

Speak my name like a curse upon your pretty lips 

The pressured white behind your fingertips 

And when you see me for all that I am 

I couldn't make mistakes to make a difference any more 

I'd throw myself down on my knees at your hands 

And beg you for forgiveness for my fuckups and my faults 

And maybe you'd relent and return my hope for our forever 

Lift up your precious hands and then bring yours and mine together 

So give me one fine day of plain sailing weather 

Just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather