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Withered Hand - Love In The Time Of Ecstacy | Скачать MP3 бесплатно
Love In The Time Of Ecstacy

Love In The Time Of Ecstacy

Withered Hand

Альбом: Good News
Длительность: 5:02
Год: 2009
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There's a crack in the handle of a coronation cup
That I once brought back
From the study trip in Athens where we plaited my hair
And I put eyeliner on
Until they stopped in the street and pointed at me
And I felt ugly pride for the first time in my life
There's a warm warm rain upon the hotel balcony
Where we looked out upon the darkening sea
And the light, and the light out on the Mediterranean
Burned like candles in the memory
Of all the things that we mislaid on our way here
Why did Nirvana ever bother to play here
Hey there, I don't wanna stay here
I decree there is a higher plane
Some place of little consequence
That I might see your face again
Before the living and the dead are reunited
This town, this town is killing me now
I can't believe I waited so long
From the shopping trolleys on the riverbed
To the sound of the bass bins booming
Can I see your face in this acid light
Of another suburban evening
As I roll my eyes up to these dirty skies
And count the days till I'll be leaving
I decree there is a higher plane
Some place of little consequence
That I might see your face again
Before the living and the dead are reunited
What is love, what is love in the time of ecstasy
And bare knuckle fighting?
Lord, won't you deliver me from the wave machine
And the transparent bikini?
Like isn't there some skeleton army I should fight
That I might vanquish?
Please won't you listen to me, your unfaithful servant's
Filthy fucking language?
I decree there is a higher plane
Some place of little consequence
That I might see your face again
Before the living and the dead are reunited
What is love, what is love in the time of ecstasy
And bare knuckle fighting?
Don't tell me that he died for that
Counsellor forgive me for I knew not what I vandalised
Don't tell me that he died for that
Take me down to the paradise club where the girls are drunk
And oversized
Don't tell me that he died for that
There's a crack in the handle of a coronation cup
That I once brought back
I decree there is a higher plane
Some place of little consequence