At ten o'clock is when I rise from my grave
And cast my eyes over the ideas that I couldn't save
Become regret and break upon me now wave after wave
Bid me remember what I done
A strange appeal is in the magazine zodiac
What inspiration are the women of the dog track
Now there's a wheel and there's a well and there's a big rack
The perfumed killers from the north
Collect each Saturday to brood and sally forth
I don't know enough to know, not to show it
Or tell it like I know more
I'm sorry, babe, but your roving poet's
Just a bank balance troubadour
Who can't sing the song anymore
At ten o'clock is when you open up your apple eyes
And drink a cup into the one of earth the other skies
And out your mouth a tiny burst of tiny baby cries
Oh where, oh where, oh where did you get into to?
A strange appeal unto a pocket where a body lay
I saw a dream of such a couple only yesterday
When the one did leave the other went to war Enola Gay
She had a halo, was a heroine
She had a halo, was a heroine
Well, I know I'm not loathe to show it
I smile like a bandsaw
I'm sorry, darling, but your roving poet's
Just a footloose man-whore
Who can't talk the talk anymore
We're just passing through
Just passing through
At ten o'clock is when I rise from my grave
And cast my eyes over the ideas that I couldn't save
Become regret and break upon me now wave after wave
Bid me remember what I done
When time doesn't tear you pay a fee to make it rip
The ditch witch, the back hoe, the bobcat, the tip
Soil from the hillock spilling over on that solemn lip
It covers up the cedar mirror
Do you ever see your weakness any clearer?
We were winding up the road to the site
With the windows down and the cigarettes alight
Singing some rubbish about, "My soul's alright"
I didn't know what I could do
We were winding up the road to the site
With the windows down and the cigarettes alight
Singing some rubbish about, "My soul's alright"
I didn't know what I could do, it's just you and I
And some other guy forever passing through
We're just passing through
(Like a gall stone)
Just passing through
(Like a rat through a snake)
Just passing through
(Little rubbish through a rake)
Just passing through
[Incomprehensible]
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
