Papa 歌词

You don't have much time left so Let's use up what we got Yeah, it's on days like this I Wish we believed in God You're lookin' back at your life I'm looking forward at mine It's true but it don't make sense That we're both running out of time Remember Thomas the Tank Engine And the sips of gin on a jet-lagged winter night Remember the way you drove Those London roads Had to hold on for my life You were like, Fee-fi-fo-fum, coming up the stairs We'd laugh, me and Jack, saying: Papa, I'm scared Now I'm really scared You talk just like the old you And then you start to cough I'm tryin' to be strong but It's obvious I'm not You're lookin' back at your life I'm looking forward at mine It's true but it don't make sense That we're both running out time Remember Thomas the Tank Engine And the sips of gin on a jet-lagged winter night Remember the way you drove Those London roads Had to hold on for my life You were like, Fee-fi-fo-fum, coming up the stairs We'd laugh, me and Jack, saying: Papa, I'm scared But now I'm really scared Message received Friday, May 31st At 11:33 p. M Joe, I'm in fucking Buckley Ward I think Room eight, and I'm really knackered and I really wanna go to bed We'll always remember Thomas the Tank Engine And the sips of gin on a jet-lagged winter night Remember the way you drove Those London roads Had to hold on for my life You were like, Fee-fi-fo-fum, coming up the stairs We'd laugh, me and Jack, saying: Papa, I'm scared Now I'm really scared Okay I'll speak to you perhaps tomorrow morning Okay I love you darling