Until Tomorrow Then: The Best of Ed Harcourt

For days I've searched for the words So i don't make a mess of this I'll trade my eyes for a fleeting wish I woke at 7am The cold air was not becoming This tune I started humming And you lay there so still With dark eyes shut and whiskey breath You h

well I burned all my travellers cheques Just to show you my respect Then I hung myself out to dry And You looked at me and asked me why So I said "I dont mind if I lose" Cos if I win, I'll be so confused But that's not what you'd expect From the