Marillion - Bitter Suite(Live At Wembley Arena 5/11/87)
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[02:07.380]A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
[02:13.830]Not the regal creature of border caves
[02:18.690]But the poor misguided direction less familiar
[02:23.940]Of some obscure Scottish poet
[02:30.780]The mist crawls from the canal like some primordial phantom of romance
[02:36.270]To curl under a cascade of neon pollen
[02:41.700]While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
[02:47.550]Your carnation will rot in a vase
[02:51.240]A train sleeps in a siding
[02:56.610]The driver guzzles another can of lager lager
[03:05.130]To wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club
[03:16.320]She was a wallflower at sixteen
[03:19.170]She'll be a wallflower at thirty four
[03:27.900]Her mother calls her beautiful
[03:32.310]Her daddy said A w***e
[03:33.990]The sky was Bible black in Lyon
[04:40.950]When I met the Magdalene
[04:44.130]She was paralyzed in a streetlight
[04:46.950]She refused to give her name
[04:50.880]And a ring of violet bruises
[04:54.000]They were pinned upon her arm
[04:57.360]Two hundred francs for sanctuary
[05:00.180]And she led me by the hand
[05:03.480]To a room of dancing shadows
[05:07.050]Where all the heartache disappears
[05:10.380]And from glowing tongues of candles
[05:13.170]I heard her whisper in my ear
[05:16.200]'J'entend ton coeur
[05:16.470]'J'entend ton coeur
[05:23.910]I can hear your heart
[05:25.980]I can hear your heart
[05:27.750]I can hear your heart
[05:29.820]Hear your heart
[05:50.220]I hear your heart
[06:27.480]It's getting late for scribbling and scratching on the paper
[06:33.630]Something's gonna give under this pressure
[06:36.420]And the cracks are already beginning to show
[06:42.780]It's too late
[06:45.210]The weekend career girl never boarded the plane
[06:49.410]They said this could never happen again
[06:53.610]Oh so wrong so wrong
[06:58.110]This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous
[07:05.580]This time it's looking like another misplaced rendezvous
[07:13.170]With you
[07:16.350]The parallel of you you
[07:35.790]On the outskirts of nowhere
[07:37.620]On the ring road to somewhere
[07:39.510]On the verge of indecision
[07:41.190]I'll always take the roundabout way
[07:47.130]Waiting on the rain
[07:48.870]For I was born with a habit from a sign
[07:54.660]The habit of the windswept thumb
[07:57.750]And the sign of the rain
[08:05.370]Rain on me
文本歌词
A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal creature of border caves
But the poor misguided direction less familiar
Of some obscure Scottish poet
The mist crawls from the canal like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl under a cascade of neon pollen
While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
Your carnation will rot in a vase
A train sleeps in a siding
The driver guzzles another can of lager lager
To wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club
She was a wallflower at sixteen
She'll be a wallflower at thirty four
Her mother calls her beautiful
Her daddy said A w***e
The sky was Bible black in Lyon
When I met the Magdalene
She was paralyzed in a streetlight
She refused to give her name
And a ring of violet bruises
They were pinned upon her arm
Two hundred francs for sanctuary
And she led me by the hand
To a room of dancing shadows
Where all the heartache disappears
And from glowing tongues of candles
I heard her whisper in my ear
'J'entend ton coeur
'J'entend ton coeur
I can hear your heart
I can hear your heart
I can hear your heart
Hear your heart
I hear your heart
It's getting late for scribbling and scratching on the paper
Something's gonna give under this pressure
And the cracks are already beginning to show
It's too late
The weekend career girl never boarded the plane
They said this could never happen again
Oh so wrong so wrong
This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous
This time it's looking like another misplaced rendezvous
With you
The parallel of you you
On the outskirts of nowhere
On the ring road to somewhere
On the verge of indecision
I'll always take the roundabout way
Waiting on the rain
For I was born with a habit from a sign
The habit of the windswept thumb
And the sign of the rain
Rain on me