Lyrics:

With brown eyes shining, shoreline on a way to go,
And the sun tries you're feeling home, I guess you're broke
And we lost sight of it, and breath tied up in summer's hold,
Your eyes screamed it, Burgh Island, in sepia tones.

And if I was ever to leave, I'll say before I go
That you're the best woman I ever known.

With brown eyes shining, shoreline on a way to go,
And the sun tries you so long,
And we lost sight of it, and breath tied up in summer's hold,
And we'll break for it, on Burgh Island in sepia tones.

And if ever to leave, I'll say before I go
That you're the best woman I ever known.

Oh, I bite my tongue, that you may be the first to run.
'Cause I heard a song, that man is a fickle child,
The one blowing.

Oh, I bite my tongue, that you may be the first to run.
'Cause I heard a song, that man is a fickle child,
The one blowing.