Beirut - Cliquot

Cliquot sözleri:
A plague in the workhouse
A glogue on the poor now
I feed on my drum til i'm dead
Yesterday, fever
Tomorrow st. peter
i'll feed on my drum until then

What melody will lead my lover from his bed?
What melody will see him in my arms again

Set fire the foundation
And burn out the station
You'll never get nothing of mine
The pane of my window
Will flicker and glimmer
Leave only the stitching behind

Oh, what melody will lead my lover from his bed?
What melody will see him in arms again

i'll sing of the walls of the well
And the house at the top of the hill
i'll sing of the bootles of wine
That we left on our old windowsill
i'll sing of the usual spin
Getting sadder and older, oh love

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