London could be good for me

Paris even better

Watch her face just fall apart

When she reads this letter

But oh no tears

No last minute plans

Making my exit as fast as I can

 

East coast

East coast

 

Caught the Sunday ferry boat

A lifetime left to spare

The evening sun had burnt my back

Didn’t even care

But oh now what’s this

That’s sticking in my throat

You are in my head now

Was all she wrote

 

East coast

East coast