FAVOURITE HOUR

ELVIS COSTELLO

Lyrics and music:Elvis Costello

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Intro :

Figure hanging on a leather ban d

Cog co nsults the watch h e cups in his hand

Bejewelled movement measure s lost and vanish ed time

Pray for the boy who makes hi s bed in cold earth and quicklime

So s tay the hands, arrest the time

Till I am captured by you r touch

Blessings I don't count, smal l mercies a nd such

The flags may lower as we approach the favouri te hour

Now there's a tragic waste o f brutal yout h

Strip and polish this unvarnished truth

The tricky door that gapes beneath the ragg ed noose

The crippled verdict begs again for the lamest excuse...

So s tay the hands, arrest the time

Till I am captured by yo ur touch

Blessings I don't count, smal l mercies a nd such

The flags may lower as we approach the favouri te hour

Put out my eyes so I ma y never sp y

Waving branches as they'r e waving goodbye

Their vile pe rfume brings to m y mouth a bitt er taste

The murmuring brooks had best spea k up, it's a terrible waste...

So s tay the hands, arrest the time

Till I am ca ptured by yo ur touch

Blessings I don't count, smal l mercies a nd such

The flags may lower as we approach the favouri te hour

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Elvis Costello

Brutal Youth

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Last modifications: 2013-04-14