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Some information about Favourite Hour Lyrics Title: Elvis Costello - Favourite Hour lyrics Artist: Elvis Costello Album: Brutal Youth Visitors: 7 visitors have visited Favourite Hour Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Figure hanging on a leather band Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand Bejewelled movement measures lost and vanished time Pray for the boy who makes his bed in cold earth and quicklime CHORUS: So stay the handsarrest the time Till I am captured by your touch Blessings I don t count Small mercies and such The flags may lower as we approach the favourite hour Now there s a tragic waste of brutal youth Strip and polish this unvarnished truth The tricky door that gapes beneath the ragged noose The crippled verdict begs again for the lamest excuse CHORUS Pull out my eyes so I may never spy Waving branches as they re waving goodbye Their vile perfume brings to my mouth a bitter taste The murmuring brooks had best speak upit s a terrible waste CHORUS Hottest songs from Elvis Costello : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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