歌词

Back in the wretched day I was ill-shapen clay And suffering didn't fit me I could stand up and sing Fiddle with a shoestring And act as if you'd bruised me Just one yawn from a crowd The sun went down behind the clouds And I'd put it down to the clown with the frown Doing the sound Just then I saw the risen king Sitting in a boxing ring And he was looking at me I don't know what he was thinking But I think I saw him winking Like he's thinking of me They were dejected days Of a has-been-delayed I caught the pendulums wincing I'd paid over the odds For my seat in the gods Could've sworn that was a good thing But now the wind kinda blows The moon sorta glows And the black cloud overhead throws Elvis look-alike shadows On the driven snow You know I saw the risen king Sitting in a boxing ring And he was looking at me I don't know what he was thinking But I think I saw him winking Like he's thinking of me They were restless days On occasion got paid Is there anyone listening? God knows I've prayed Still I'm waylaid Is there anybody listening? I saw the king of kings, y'know Live on The Ed Sullivan Show He was looking at me I don't know what he was thinking But I think I saw him winking Like he's thinking of me He was risen from the tomb We're drinking in the Jungle Room It's just him and me I don't know what I've been drinking But I swear I saw him winking Like he's thinking of me Back in the wretched day I was ill-shapen clay
Writer(s): Andrew Pearson, Hamish James Hawk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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