Lyrics

Evening and I'm sitting here Got some things to do Candle's burning down I fear Have to change it soon But its shadow flitting on the wall Dr. Sam going in next door And Jenny laughing on the phone Seems strange that this is home Evening at the court again Been here far too long Lurking round the room again Sometimes brings it on Pictures crooked on the wall Clothes they lay where they fall Tattered empire souvenirs Lie in the dust of years A coronation mug of mine Heirlooms of a bygone line Dresser on all fours, an open drawer Mmmm I got to move again Seems I've been here too long Lurking round the room again Sometimes brings it on (REPEAT CHORUS)
Writer(s): John Wetton, Roger Maxwell Chapman, John Richard Whitney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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