Athanase. - Old Town Lyrics

There's truth in the stories of every drunk sailor
The fables are true there are ghosts in the water
The weight of them keeps me awake
Oh the ocean and I never sleep
Well I stand by the moon with the salt on my lips
There's a yell in my heart as I prefer your kiss
We've been out here for weeks and it's cold
And I so wish that I could come home
But we sail foreign land though
To seize opportunity
When we make port it's a fortune we'll grab
We'll make something for ourselves
And I'll send for you my Annabel

This container is cold and the ocean is mean
All hours of the night, grown men I hear em plead
I'd cry with them too if it'd bring you to me
In time I'll save you from a cold old town
This old town

We hit the port running straight into the city
Free men on a high the worlds ripe for the picking
I can't join in the rejoice
Oh there's something here I can't voice
There's song of cheer but there's something a miss
They sell diamonds in shops while men sleep in the parks
Nobody looks you in eye and I long for someone to say hi
There's billionaire jumping off penthouse apartments
While out in the dark a man screams from the park bench
The bubbles burst the bottoms fallen out
There's economists in this town

This container is cold and the ocean is mean
All hours of the night, grown men I hear em plead
I'd cry with them too if it'd bring you to me
In time I'll save you from a cold old town
This old
This old
This old town