Gold and Black by The Bookshop Band Lyrics

Born to a cot in Bermondsey
Sailors song for a bedtime story
Reborn in a tigers mouth
Dragged into a brand new land

The Sailors song
Pumping my blood from before I was born
And the big black sea
Filled, my dreams

Finger tips, shiny black, wrinkled bricks
Rutted horse shit, jagged lanes, bent elbows
Crooked knees streets, heavy smells

Crossed you as you passed
Weighing your senses down

Oh and above all this rang the sound
Of voices wild and dark
Melodies in flight, tiptoeing
Above the sight of us
And I imagine myself far away
Somewhere hot and strange
Where the cats are painted gold and black
And I am not afraid
Where the cats are painted gold and black
And I am not afraid
And above all this rang the sound
Of voices wild and dark
And it is here, that my future starts
And is to be with the crimson beasts
And the wings that beat
Blood red as the black sea fills my head
And the sailors song pumping my blood
From before I was born
And the black sea, has seen and soaked through me

Oh and above all this rang the sound
Of voices wild and dark
Melodies in flight, tiptoeing
Above the sight of us
And I imagine myself far away
Somewhere hot and strange
Where the cats are painted gold and black
And I am not afraid
Where the cats are painted gold and black
And I am not afraid