Lyrics

The faded shine of an old copper coin on each eye Was it the sound of a holy roar Or a thief stealing through the back door? When they carried you home Did you think you'd stay long? Are you waiting, waiting, waiting For something to drink or smoke? Does it ever keep you up at night? Now you wait for night to put on his old 45s And you dance in the starlit loft While the shadows move quiet and soft In our coats on the lawn with our Sunday best on You were shaking, shaking, shaking And under the elder and oak We stayed up, we didn't go home And so we lay our backs against the weeds A stony sainted silence at our feet A million foundry fires lit up the sky And as the city slowly stirred they died
Writer(s): Nicholas John Mcmanus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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