This Mortal Coil

This Mortal Coil - Morning Glory lyrics

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I lit my purest candle close to my window
Hoping it would catch the eye 
Of any vagabond that passed it by
And I'm waiting in my fleeting house

Before he came, I felt him drawing near
As he neared, I felt the ancient fear
That he had come to wound my door and jeer
And I'm waiting in my fleeting house

"Tell me stories," I called to the hobo
"Stories of cold," I smiled at the hobo
"Stories of old," I knelt to the hobo
And he stood before my fleeting house

"No" said the hobo, "No more tales of time"
"Don't ask me now to wash away the crime"
"I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb"
And he walked away from my fleeting house

"Then you be damned!" I screamed to the hobo
"Leave me alone." I wept to the hobo
"Turn into stone," I knelt to the hobo
And he walked away from my fleeting house
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Copyrights:

Author: Tim Buckley, Larry Beckett

Composer: Larry Beckett, Tim Buckley

Publisher: 4AD

Details:

Released in: 1993

Language: English

Appearing on: Filigree & Shadow (1986)

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