Patrick Wolf - Pelicans

Caught in the drifting years Between my youth And adulthood Must I slow down now? Between the breaking wave And the ghost of this town glory days And the pelican suspension Here to refuel the passion spent On our loves tournaments Into the arms of adventure Into the arms of combustion Into the arms of open air I long to be as careless as I once was But how do I vapour this pressure off? This pressure off! Peòicans go where they dare There let this be The shortest day now of my year Pelicans go where ever Where 'ere they dare Into the arms of adventure Pelicans go where ever Wehere 'ere they dare Into th arms of adventure Pelicans go where ever Wehere 'ere they dare Into the arms of daytona Into the arms Of the love he's giving And wade into the salt The salten air Open air The morning mist Clears... open air