The Shape Of Things That Never Came

Jonathan Fire*Eater - Rock
The Shape Of Things That Never Came
2 Plays
Duration: 3:37
Lyrics
Well now the pelicans sleep in the golden mangroves The fruit bats are sucking on the mangos And the end will come But the end will come slow We'll take our tea and our coffee coloured clothes There will be no screenplay in our hands No you can't go home again And there are no more lines, to be read And it's time Time to begin, little darling I go to the cathedral on Christmas Yeah the candles and the gilded robes All the girls with cheeks red, red from kisses The incense smells a thousand years old A magazine party in an old train yard A girl had a seizure there She was putting on her make up in a club car There's make up everywhere, you little princess Well there's a look in your eyes when all your lines go slack I know you hopped a train but you took a cab back Go! And now we tried to be strong, and carry on But somehow the party seemed doomed There was a girl on the floor with the heart beat gone And death so kills the room And now we tried to be strong, and carry on Throw our head back and howl But the water is warm and the currents where strong And its time to throw in the towel, little darling Oh! Tonight Never been apart Shining like the city Here inside of your heart I will try Living on my own We will grow old Take our tea and our coffee coloured clothes
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Credits
- Writers
- Jonathan Fire*Eater