Текст песни Funeral Suit - Lisa Hannigan
He
came
by
in
his
funeral
suit
In
an
open
hearted
shade
of
blue
Asked
me
what
I
like
to
do
On
a
July
evening
To
bermondsey
or
to
shoreditch
I
said
I
don't
know
which
is
which
The
night
a
thread
for
him
to
stitch
For
me,
the
unbelieving
In
the
end
we
just
stay
in
And
gesture
with
our
mugs
of
gin
Dance
around
this
borrowed
kitchen
A
stop
and
start
dumb
snow
I
am
a
cloud
filament
We
advance
in
tender
increments
Between
the
past
and
future
tense
Test
the
weight
of
both
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1 Funeral Suit
2 Tender
3 Barton
4 Anahorish
5 Ora
6 Undertow
7 Lo
8 Snow
9 Prayer For the Dying
10 We, The Drowned
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