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Marillion - Bitter suite

Tekst piosenki:

   I. Brief Encounter
  A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
  Not the regal creature of border caves
  But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar
  Of some obscure Scottish poet
  The mist crawls from the canal
  Like some primordial phantom of romance
  To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen
  While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
  Your carnation will rot in a vase.
  II. Lost Weekend
  A train sleeps in a siding
  The driver guzzles another can of lager
  To wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club
  She was a wallflower at sixteen
  She'll be a wallflower at thirty four
  Her mother called her beautiful
  Her daddy said, "A whore".
  III. Blue Angel
  The sky was Bible black in Lyon
  When I met the Magdalene
  She was paralysed in a streetlight
  She refused to give her name
  And a ring of violet bruises
  They were pinned upon her arm.
  Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand
  To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears
  And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear
  "'J'entend ton coeur"
  I can hear your heart
  IV. Misplaced Rendezvous
  It's getting late, for scribbling and scratching on the paper
  Something's gonna give under this pressure
  And the cracks are already beginning to show
  It's too late
  The weekend career girl never boarded the plane
  They said this could never happen again
  So wrong, so wrong
  This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous
  This time, it's looking like another misplaced rendezvous
  With you
  The parallel of you, you
  V. Windswept Thumb
  On the outskirts of nowhere
  On the ringroad to somewhere
  On the verge of indecision
  I'll always take the roundabout way
  Waiting on the rain
  For I was born with a habit, from a sign
  The habit of a windswept thumb
  And the sign of the rain
  It's started raining

Lyrics - Nieruchomości - Torebki