Paroles:
Grace Cathedral hill, all wrapped in the
bones of a setting sun, all dust and stone
and moribund I paid twenty-five cents to
light a little white candle for New Year's
Day I sat and watched it burn away then
turned and weaved through the slow decay
We were both a little hungry so we went
to get a hotdog down the Hyde St Pier [b]The light was slight and dissapeared[/b] The air, it sunk of fish and beer We heard
a superman trumpet play the National
Anthem
And the world may be long for you, but he'll
never belong to you But on a motorbike, when
all the city lights blind your eyes, are you
feeling better now?
Some way to greet the year: your eyes all
bright and brimmed with tears The
pilgrims, pills and tourist here all sing
"Fifty three bucks to buy a brand new halo"
I'm sweet on a green-eyed girl, all fiery
Irish clip and curl, all brine and piss and
vinegar I paid twenty-five vents to light a little white candle
And the world maybe be long for you, but he'll
never belong to you But on a motorbike, when
all the city lights blind your eyes, are you
feeling better now?
bones of a setting sun, all dust and stone
and moribund I paid twenty-five cents to
light a little white candle for New Year's
Day I sat and watched it burn away then
turned and weaved through the slow decay
We were both a little hungry so we went
to get a hotdog down the Hyde St Pier [b]The light was slight and dissapeared[/b] The air, it sunk of fish and beer We heard
a superman trumpet play the National
Anthem
And the world may be long for you, but he'll
never belong to you But on a motorbike, when
all the city lights blind your eyes, are you
feeling better now?
Some way to greet the year: your eyes all
bright and brimmed with tears The
pilgrims, pills and tourist here all sing
"Fifty three bucks to buy a brand new halo"
I'm sweet on a green-eyed girl, all fiery
Irish clip and curl, all brine and piss and
vinegar I paid twenty-five vents to light a little white candle
And the world maybe be long for you, but he'll
never belong to you But on a motorbike, when
all the city lights blind your eyes, are you
feeling better now?
