Vincent Craine Lyrics

	作曲 : Burrows, Havas, Jones
	It was late afternoon
	She sat watching never come to Vincent Crane
	Under the wet weather swollen door
	Never came
	She pressed her knee up
	Underneath the wooden table
	As in her midriff
	Dread flutters like the thread of love or pain
	There was a bowl of fruit
	Shrinking on the table by a rusty spoon
	Over the mist weary distant hills
	Never came
	Through piles of wrecked cars
	From the stagnant pools of water
	From the abattoir flys
	That swarm leech and crawl in Clamour Lane
	She walked towards the door
	Pushed it open and stood behind Vincent Crane
	He leaned back and locked his arms around her
	Thin awkward legs
	They watched the sunlight
	Slide in cold squares across the walls

	zuo qu : Burrows, Havas, Jones
	It was late afternoon
	She sat watching never come to Vincent Crane
	Under the wet weather swollen door
	Never came
	She pressed her knee up
	Underneath the wooden table
	As in her midriff
	Dread flutters like the thread of love or pain
	There was a bowl of fruit
	Shrinking on the table by a rusty spoon
	Over the mist weary distant hills
	Never came
	Through piles of wrecked cars
	From the stagnant pools of water
	From the abattoir flys
	That swarm leech and crawl in Clamour Lane
	She walked towards the door
	Pushed it open and stood behind Vincent Crane
	He leaned back and locked his arms around her
	Thin awkward legs
	They watched the sunlight
	Slide in cold squares across the walls

	zuò qǔ : Burrows, Havas, Jones
	It was late afternoon
	She sat watching never come to Vincent Crane
	Under the wet weather swollen door
	Never came
	She pressed her knee up
	Underneath the wooden table
	As in her midriff
	Dread flutters like the thread of love or pain
	There was a bowl of fruit
	Shrinking on the table by a rusty spoon
	Over the mist weary distant hills
	Never came
	Through piles of wrecked cars
	From the stagnant pools of water
	From the abattoir flys
	That swarm leech and crawl in Clamour Lane
	She walked towards the door
	Pushed it open and stood behind Vincent Crane
	He leaned back and locked his arms around her
	Thin awkward legs
	They watched the sunlight
	Slide in cold squares across the walls

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