Testo Christopher

Christopher, I'm leaving for the coast.
Those southern seaside towns I miss the most.
Christopher, I'm leaving, for a cottage by the sea.

Christopher, my mother waits for me,
In a little cottage by the sea.
And I'd hate to disappoint her,
'Cos I hate the disappointment, This town has heaped on me.

Christopher, the moon is up.
It's mine to give away,
If I want to give it up.
Christopher, p-please shut up.
It's my life to choose,
If I want to mess it up real bad.

Christopher, I woke up on the floor.
Another stranded starfish washed up on the shore.
And I'm sick of this town, Chris.
I think this town is sick of me.

Christopher, I read they found a whale,Swimming in the Thames.
And stuck a harpoon in its tail.
And they dragged it to the shore, Chris.
And they cut that fucker up, Chris.
And it made me so sad to see.

Christopher, the moon is up.
It's mine to give away,
If I want to give it up.
Christopher, please shut up.
It's my life to choose,
If I want to mess it up real bad.

Christopher, my mother waits for me,
In a little cottage by the sea.
With my sister, and my brothers,
And grandfather, and grandmother,
And my nephews and my nieces,
And all my friends and all the people I swear I miss to pieces.
In a cottage by the sea.
By the sea.
By the sea.
By the sea.
By the sea.
By the sea.
In a cottage by the sea.