Sweet Maria - Steve 'n' Seagulls

Some tales are too beautiful to become true

Should know by far in the end they’ll make you blue

Maybe I was too young to carry that burden of mine

Please deliver my last note to her

Refr:

The boat that sails away

Is called O’Sweet Maria

The home that left behind

Is for another story now

My glass is filled with wine

So be the sweet old Maria

Find me a new home…

Turned on my balls to keep me grounded

It’s a dark for the falls of leaves th truth flies beneath

Th flock of nightmares light vultures winding around me

My pressure, too old, is turning to dust

2x Refr:

The boat that sails away

Is called O’Sweet Maria

The home that left behind

Is for another story now

My glass is filled with wine

So be the sweet old Maria

Find me a new home…