Cherry Hill ft. Crusoe Lyrics

Them roads they take you home

Never known which way to go

Them days are all I have

Never known how small I am

Them roads they take you home

Never known which way to go

Them days are all I have

Never known how small I am

That's childhood me on a next adventure

With a fresh idea on a fresh placenta

At the epicentre the peak of the hill

With a sense I was bred to be keeping it real

Sleep with the eels in the river

Peak if you're reeled in for dinner

The earth still spins while the church still sings

And the wheat in the field gonna glimmer

Figured that you never really know what's beneath them stones

The ones you laid in the deepest holes

Vogue pass in a fleeting glow

And the meaning keeps to the steepest roads

And I chose what I chose at the head of the trail

Lines from the palm that led to the grail

Were destined to fail you'll find that it's still

Back there buried in the side of the hill

Buried on the side of the hill with the cherry on top no cake down under

Face down blunder drowned in chunder

Balti king last night no wonder

Never ask me if I know these roads

I roamed up close and seen each home

Been broke I coped and still found hope

Want cro get involved at Wheatsheaf close

Ely City Baby

Stand up to the fen boy roster

Climbed up costa no imposter

Wanna come through then fix that posture

Come link at sailing club there's a bench out back where no one goes

Get it all back strapped and light that cone

Get lean and walk that's all we know

A crown on the head's no use at the end of the line when your crest's done fallen

Years on the clock mean nout if you're turning your back when the next one's calling

Head in the clouds with the bed bugs spawning sepia paint on a dredged up awning

S'all in the past til you end up all in chips on the green like the chestnuts falling

A crown on the head's no use at the end of the line when your crest's done fallen

Years on the clock mean nout if you're turning your back when the next one's calling

Head in the clouds with the bed bugs spawning sepia paint on a dredged up awning

S'all in the past til you end up all in chips on the green like the chestnuts falling

Maybe that was me in the eye of the storm

With my heart on the stand say it's due for arraignment

She gave me the fuse now she's lighting the cord

And I asked for her hand now we twos on the ailments

I bought see I never had time for my thoughts

But the cards in my hand were the proof of the payment

She came with that you don't wanna move like a laymen

A slave to the world with the tubular ways of the eyes

So take the advice take heed take pills out of Morpheus palm

Shall calm playing tig in the jaws of a shark

Til the whole damn world goes dawdling passed

And the fraudulent parts peel off in the rain

Last will lost in the blaze

Again see every deal cost me the same

Old vista from that hilltop to today

There's a Lambo there and just to the right there's homeless guy that's pissed himself

Don't stand and stare that's life right here

So you make that p or you dream that wealth

Be hard at work but see no progress

I'm living in this city and expecting no less

It's pure stress but I love this fortress

It's all blessed so I'll be using my legs

To go down paradise park and shoot some hoops and I'll do it with a smile on my face

Then go high barns cage was raised in that place

But if Del Boy comes then I'm making my way

To St John's or go American park

I see that long slide the adrenaline starts

That's my old days there memories from the past

I pray that this place here never loses its spark

A crown on the head's no use at the end of the line when your crest's done fallen

Years on the clock mean nout if you're turning your back when the next one's calling

Head in the clouds with the bed bugs spawning sepia paint on a dredged up awning

S'all in the past til you end up all in chips on the green like the chestnuts falling

A crown on the head's no use at the end of the line when your crest's done fallen

Years on the clock mean nout if you're turning your back when the next one's calling

Head in the clouds with the bed bugs spawning sepia paint on a dredged up awning

S'all in the past til you end up all in chips on the green like the chestnuts falling

Them roads they take you home

Never known which way to go

Them days are all I have

Never known how small I am

Them roads they take you home

Never known which way to go

Them days are all I have

Never known how small I am