| Song | Get Blown Away - Later With Jules Holland |
| Artist | Ocean Colour Scene |
| Album | 21: The Boxset |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| When she blows the candle flame to smoke | |
| She says a prayer for all of those who live in houses and in homes | |
| And monday she’ll go down town standing naked in the road | |
| You may know what | |
| I am But who | |
| I am you don’t know | |
| She’ll run across the mustard dust sand | |
| Scream down the wind | |
| And the sea is in a cold | |
| Like when in holiday homes | |
| And houses that like sweets confectionary | |
| Sandcastles and drinking wine | |
| Hungry dinners perfectly timed | |
| And mother and father glowing young | |
| Happy to be each other together | |
| When she blows the candle out | |
| She goes to bed and lies and drags through her head | |
| The day that went way of every day | |
| But tomorrow she’ll fly a plane | |
| Over the fields where the houses aren’t built yet | |
| She smiled sweetly across the room | |
| Through the lunch time smoke | |
| And I loved her for a second | |
| And discarded the queen and | |
| I know How sweetness turns sour | |
| And leaves they turn to brown | |
| And then to earth and dust | |
| And settle in this town | |
| You get blown away | |
| You get blown away | |
| You get blown away | |
| When she blows the candle flame to smoke | |
| She says a prayer for all of those who live in houses and in homes | |
| And monday she’ll go down town standing naked in the road | |
| You may know what | |
| I am But who | |
| I am you don’t know | |
| She’ll run across the mustard dust sand | |
| Scream down the wind | |
| And the sea is in a cold | |
| Like when in holiday homes | |
| And houses that like sweets confectionary | |
| Sandcastles and drinking wine | |
| Hungry dinners perfectly timed | |
| She smiled sweetly across the lunch time smoke | |
| And I loved her for a second and discarded the queen and | |
| I know When men are being little boys again | |
| And women cruel step mothers of old | |
| And this is the invention | |
| The adventure of my own | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away |
| When she blows the candle flame to smoke | |
| She says a prayer for all of those who live in houses and in homes | |
| And monday she' ll go down town standing naked in the road | |
| You may know what | |
| I am But who | |
| I am you don' t know | |
| She' ll run across the mustard dust sand | |
| Scream down the wind | |
| And the sea is in a cold | |
| Like when in holiday homes | |
| And houses that like sweets confectionary | |
| Sandcastles and drinking wine | |
| Hungry dinners perfectly timed | |
| And mother and father glowing young | |
| Happy to be each other together | |
| When she blows the candle out | |
| She goes to bed and lies and drags through her head | |
| The day that went way of every day | |
| But tomorrow she' ll fly a plane | |
| Over the fields where the houses aren' t built yet | |
| She smiled sweetly across the room | |
| Through the lunch time smoke | |
| And I loved her for a second | |
| And discarded the queen and | |
| I know How sweetness turns sour | |
| And leaves they turn to brown | |
| And then to earth and dust | |
| And settle in this town | |
| You get blown away | |
| You get blown away | |
| You get blown away | |
| When she blows the candle flame to smoke | |
| She says a prayer for all of those who live in houses and in homes | |
| And monday she' ll go down town standing naked in the road | |
| You may know what | |
| I am But who | |
| I am you don' t know | |
| She' ll run across the mustard dust sand | |
| Scream down the wind | |
| And the sea is in a cold | |
| Like when in holiday homes | |
| And houses that like sweets confectionary | |
| Sandcastles and drinking wine | |
| Hungry dinners perfectly timed | |
| She smiled sweetly across the lunch time smoke | |
| And I loved her for a second and discarded the queen and | |
| I know When men are being little boys again | |
| And women cruel step mothers of old | |
| And this is the invention | |
| The adventure of my own | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away |
| When she blows the candle flame to smoke | |
| She says a prayer for all of those who live in houses and in homes | |
| And monday she' ll go down town standing naked in the road | |
| You may know what | |
| I am But who | |
| I am you don' t know | |
| She' ll run across the mustard dust sand | |
| Scream down the wind | |
| And the sea is in a cold | |
| Like when in holiday homes | |
| And houses that like sweets confectionary | |
| Sandcastles and drinking wine | |
| Hungry dinners perfectly timed | |
| And mother and father glowing young | |
| Happy to be each other together | |
| When she blows the candle out | |
| She goes to bed and lies and drags through her head | |
| The day that went way of every day | |
| But tomorrow she' ll fly a plane | |
| Over the fields where the houses aren' t built yet | |
| She smiled sweetly across the room | |
| Through the lunch time smoke | |
| And I loved her for a second | |
| And discarded the queen and | |
| I know How sweetness turns sour | |
| And leaves they turn to brown | |
| And then to earth and dust | |
| And settle in this town | |
| You get blown away | |
| You get blown away | |
| You get blown away | |
| When she blows the candle flame to smoke | |
| She says a prayer for all of those who live in houses and in homes | |
| And monday she' ll go down town standing naked in the road | |
| You may know what | |
| I am But who | |
| I am you don' t know | |
| She' ll run across the mustard dust sand | |
| Scream down the wind | |
| And the sea is in a cold | |
| Like when in holiday homes | |
| And houses that like sweets confectionary | |
| Sandcastles and drinking wine | |
| Hungry dinners perfectly timed | |
| She smiled sweetly across the lunch time smoke | |
| And I loved her for a second and discarded the queen and | |
| I know When men are being little boys again | |
| And women cruel step mothers of old | |
| And this is the invention | |
| The adventure of my own | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away | |
| I get blown away |