Eventually

Hello my love, a poorly morning Ships are yawning in their moor It's rain and wind and swirling sea But the sun will come eventually I follow your lead through thick pine-needles Far above the glass and steel The trees will burn the birds will creep And we will be discreet eventually And this is the life Walking in our raincoats ... Wandering up old mount Victoria Looking upon the ocean Drawing pictures of a foamy sea Where we will flee eventually And this is the life Walking in our raincoats And this is the life Walking in our raincoats ... In damp cold flats with broken heaters History chaps old fact-repeaters With coffee, scones, and scarves decree What the world will be eventually With coffee, scones, and scarves decree What the world will be eventually, eventually Ooooo Ooooo Ah, (ah) ah, (ah) ah, (ah) Ah, (ah) ah, (ah) ah