Текст песни Elvis Costello - Favourite Hour, слова песни Elvis Costello

Текст песни Elvis Costello - Favourite Hour

Elvis Costello - Favourite Hour слова песни

Figure hanging on a leather bandCog consults the watch he cups in his handBejewelled movement measures lost and vanished timePray for the boy who makes his bed in cold earth and quicklimeChorus:So stay the hands, arrest the timetill I am captured by your touchBlessings I dont countSmall mercies and suchThe flags may lower as we approach the favourite hourNow theres a tragic waste of brutal youthStrip and polish this unvarnished truthThe tricky door that gapes beneath the ragged nooseThe crippled verdict begs again for the lamest excuseChorusPull out my eyes so I may never spyWaving branches as theyre waving goodbyeTheir vile perfume brings to my mouth a bitter tasteThe murmuring brooks had best speak up, its a terrible wasteChorus

Другие песни Elvis Costello:

Elvis Costello - Episode Of Blonde
21 дня назад 218,00 (не задано)

Elvis Costello - Everybody`s Crying Mercy
21 дня назад 250,00 (не задано)

Elvis Costello - Everybodys Crying Mercy
21 дня назад 270,00 (не задано)

Elvis Costello - Everyday I Write The Book (Live)
5 часа назад 225,00 (не задано)

Elvis Costello - Everyday I Write The Book
21 дня назад 241,00 (не задано)

Elvis Costello

Favourite Hour

Текст песни Elvis Costello - Favourite Hour

Другие песни Elvis Costello:

Похожие артисты: