Palm Sunday

Lyrics

Are you a blue blood? But you feel hollow In yesterday's clothes that you had to borrow I remember you then Your face was hollow Hair in your eyes Meet you tomorrow I think of you often There in the doorway Of your grandfather's boat Holding the champagne But I loved you then I would have followed Hair in your eyes Meet you tomorrow Palm Sunday Oh, what a waste A moveable feast You could at least come out late I would wait Palm Sunday Palm Sunday Palm Sunday Palm Sunday Are you still a blue blood? Know of our name [?] In yesterday's clothes on some walk of shame I remember you then I would have followed Hair in your eyes Meet you tomorrow Palm Sunday Oh, what a waste A moveable feast You could at least come out late I would wait Palm Sunday Palm Sunday La la la la La la la La la la la La la la La la la la La la la