Tom Flannery
Tom Flannery - Footprints Of The Fisherman lyrics
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Blinded by the fineryso much that I couldn't see footprints of the fisherman on my floor God's right hand breaking down the door could hit a baseball a country mile could finally make my mother smile jealous glances in the neighborhood a full head taller where I stood Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor God's right hand breaking down the door Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor God's right hand breaking down the door Ice cream ball games on summer nights escaping the tenements taking flight young kid and I had it made like a cool drink in the summer shade Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor God's right hand breaking down the door Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor God's right hand breaking down the door Then it all started to come undone like storm clouds overtaking the sun and the rain fell down like the end of the world and left an infant in a fetal curl Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor God's right hand breaking down the door Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor God's right hand breaking down the door Darling can you hold me in the night but please make sure it's not too tight just until the trembling ends then I'll try to go to sleep again How many landlords how many jobs how many bottles how many sobs how many snapshots in my head how many living and how many dead Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor God's right hand breaking down the door Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor God's right hand breaking down the door after he took away what's mine they just placed him on an assembly line another parish in another town another child in the lost and found Darling can you hold me in the night but please make sure it's not too tight just until the trembling ends then I'll try to go to sleep again Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor God's right hand breaking down the door Footprints of the Fisherman on my floor God's right hand breaking down the door