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Favourite Hour
Figure hanging on a leather band
Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand
Bejewelled movement measures lost and vanished time
Pray for the boy who makes his bed in cold earth and quicklime
Chorus:
So stay the hands, arrest the time
till I am captured by your touch
Blessings I dont count
Small mercies and such
The flags may lower as we approach the favourite hour
Now theres a tragic waste of brutal youth
Strip and polish this unvarnished truth
The tricky door that gapes beneath the ragged noose
The crippled verdict begs again for the lamest excuse
Chorus
Pull out my eyes so I may never spy
Waving branches as theyre waving goodbye
Their vile perfume brings to my mouth a bitter taste
The murmuring brooks had best speak up, its a terrible waste
Chorus
song
performed by
Elvis Costello
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