Jonathan Cole lyrics
by Maxïmo Park
It’s a courtesy
But it’s not that common
Jon in shorts and sandals
With a guiding hand
Just in case
Lateness in life
Too early this time
The colours lit up the paper
I hope you were found in the forest
From Romney Marsh to Hastings
He left a trail of independence
Investigating torsos
A private life
Lived at night
Lateness in life
Too early this time
The colours lit up the paper
I hope you were found in the forest
Always beyond you
Never quite on the same wavelength
I hope you were found...
I hope you were found...
I hope you were found...
In the forest