Lyrics Cliquot.lrc Beirut
[id: tizaepqd]
[ar: Beirut]
[al: The Flying Club Cup]
[ti: Cliquot]
[length: 03:52]
[00:19.08]A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor
[00:23.63]Now I’ll beat on my drum ’til I’m dead
[00:28.73]Yesterday, a fever, tomorrow, St. Peter
[00:34.48]I’ll beat on my drum until then
[00:37.56]But what melody will lead my lover from his bed
[00:47.32]What melody will see him in my arms again
[00:56.97]Set fire to foundation and burn out the station
[01:02.12]You’ll never get nothing of mine
[01:07.06]The pane of my window will flicker and billow
[01:11.40]I won’t leave a stitching behind
[01:15.97]But what melody will lead my lover from his bed
[01:24.93]What melody will see him in my arms again
[01:32.11]
[01:57.06]I’ll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill
[02:05.86]I’ll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill
[02:15.71]I’ll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older
[02:24.39]Oh love, and the cold, the oncoming cold
[02:35.03]Year of Release: 2007