After Eliot - Johnny Flynn

We shared the experience of being alive

And then we took some tea

We finished up and, all on a whim

We talked, as it was free

When we went to get the bill, the lady looked us over

She told us, «Now, you stay quite still and I’ll fetch in some clover»

And all of the yellow melancholy

The world about grew stark

The only sound in all of the place

Was the singing of a lark

It sang, «Holly Golightly, bright as the day

Fresh as the moon and stale as the hay

Cold as the window frozen with frost

You never been seen and you never been lost»

And lost I was for all of the time

We never shared thereafter

Closing my books and chilling my feet

The air blew in much darker

Floorboards, they’ve been laughing at me;

the folds of my skin are frayed

I’m the oldest man I know by now;

I was the youngest yesterday

What did I lose to mourn so long?

A worm in the heart has stained me

Laying to rest in a ventricle

Stirs when I take my tea

Holly Golightly, bright as the day

Fresh as the moon and stale as the hay

Cold as the window frozen with frost

You never been seen and you never been lost

I saw her once, and she came upon the midday

And gave me both her hands

It seemed, while I was still dreaming of the waves

That she lived a while on land

Slipping through a stream of dark, the streets laid out a way

Stayed above the level, kept my wondering heart at bay

In the s--a feeling in the land I was daily dealing

There’s a turn of a twisting smile

Cheap is your time now tea don’t taste so fine

How are you, it’s been a while

Holly Golightly, bright as the day

Fresh as the moon and stale as the hay

Cold as the window frozen with frost

You never been seen and you never been lost

Holly Golightly, bright as the day

Fresh as the moon and stale as the hay

Cold as the window frozen with frost

You never been seen and you never been lost