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In the cold pale sunlight that was slanting down, I spied | <noinclude>{{Lyrics for|Just A Curio}}</noinclude> | ||
In the cold pale sunlight that was slanting down, I spied<br> | |||
Frost reflecting on the glass and in the air outside | Frost reflecting on the glass and in the air outside<br> | ||
Fond relations mouthing words of love and tragedy<br> | |||
Fond relations mouthing words of love and tragedy | Though it's cold there's vapour rising from a moving stream<br> | ||
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Though it's cold there's vapour rising from a moving stream | In a narrow, shallow bed of fine linen and starch<br> | ||
Where her long hair tumbled once upon her graceful arch<br> | |||
Lace hung on the counters and the walnut cabinets<br> | |||
Teeth ware chattering like schoolgirls clicking castanets<br> | |||
In a narrow, shallow bed of fine linen and starch | <br> | ||
There will be no light to guide as you ascend the stairs<br> | |||
Where her long hair tumbled once upon her graceful arch | There may be a candle as you kneel and say your prayers<br> | ||
Throw the window wide and open, keep this mark from me<br> | |||
Lace hung on the counters and the walnut cabinets | Just the letter "T" and its most dread companion "B"<br> | ||
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Teeth ware chattering like schoolgirls clicking castanets | How in heaven? Hadn't it been conquered long ago?<br> | ||
How did it come back again? It's just a curio<br> | |||
There will be no light to guide as you ascend the stairs | |||
There may be a candle as you kneel and say your prayers | |||
Throw the window wide and open, keep this mark from me | |||
Just the letter "T" and its most dread companion "B" | |||
How in heaven? Hadn't it been conquered long ago? | |||
How did it come back again? It's just a curio | |||
Latest revision as of 04:27, 25 May 2009
Just A Curio
In the cold pale sunlight that was slanting down, I spied
Frost reflecting on the glass and in the air outside
Fond relations mouthing words of love and tragedy
Though it's cold there's vapour rising from a moving stream
In a narrow, shallow bed of fine linen and starch
Where her long hair tumbled once upon her graceful arch
Lace hung on the counters and the walnut cabinets
Teeth ware chattering like schoolgirls clicking castanets
There will be no light to guide as you ascend the stairs
There may be a candle as you kneel and say your prayers
Throw the window wide and open, keep this mark from me
Just the letter "T" and its most dread companion "B"
How in heaven? Hadn't it been conquered long ago?
How did it come back again? It's just a curio
