Our Little Boathouse Songtext

I´m holding my fingers back
I´m painting six strings on your red carpet
In fact I´m doing you a favour tonight
I won´t go out so there ain´t nothin´ to fight

The blue clock´ll show us what the future will say
I hope there´s more for us than just the shorter way
The edge of the top smiles and looks down to us

Oh, what a sundown