The Thief and the Night

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Marc Almond - Pop

The Thief and the Night

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You dip your naked fingers Into my foggy eyes My eyelashes like storm clouds Blown across sea-blue skies My patience like a medal Tacked to my chest A gold sun pinned Onto a black vest I'd like to hurt you out of love Break you open like a vault It's not my fault I'm this way Sometimes you pick my pockets Watched by an eagle on it's claws Into a cave black as night My fingers break into leaf All that green disorder On a quick-fingered thief A criminal queer The dawn's clear red light Finds us out as thieves Shot through by starlight And pissing on our graves My feet wrapped in wooden socks I cross the forest floor Poor as a vagrant A thief at your door An angel on a wounded horse Rides by at noon While I keep on begging Broken alone I dream of you crushing My finger with your boos When two thieves join hands It's like an old tree's roots An angel on a wounded horse Rides by at noon While I keep on begging Broken down alone

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Credits

Writers
  • Jean Genet
  • Michael Cashmore