MARILLION - Bitter Suite lyrics
rate me(fish / marillion)<br><br>A) brief encounter<br><br>A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow<br>Not the regal creature of border caves<br>But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar of some obscure scottish poet<br><br>The mist crawls from the canal<br>Like some primordial phantom of romance<br>To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen<br>While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father<br>Your carnation will rot in a vase<br><br>B) lost weekend<br><br>A train sleeps in a siding<br>The driver guzzles another can of lager, lager<br>To wash away the memories of a friday night down at the club<br><br>She was a wallflower at sixteen, she'll be a wallflower at thirty four<br>Her mother called her beautiful<br>Her daddy said, a whore<br><br>C) blue angel<br><br>The sky was Bible black in lyon, when I met the magdalene<br>She was paralyzed in a streetlight<br>She refused to give her name<br><br>And a ring of violet bruises<br>They were pinned upon her arm<br>Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand<br>To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears<br>And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear<br>'j'entend ton coeur', 'j'entend ton coeur'<br>I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart<br>Hear your heart<br>I hear your heart<br><br>D) misplaced rendezvous<br><br>It's getting late, for scribbling and scratching on the paper<br>Something's gonna give under this pressure, and the cracks are already beginning to show<br>It's too late<br>The weekend career girl never boarded the plane<br>They said this could never happen again<br>Oh, so wrong, so wrong<br><br>This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous<br>This time, it's looking like another misplaced rendezvous<br>With you<br>The parallel of you, you<br><br>E) windswept thumb<br><br>On the outskirts of nowhere<br>On the ringroad to somewhere<br>On the verge of indecision<br>I'll always take the roundabout way<br>Waiting on the rain<br>For I was born with a habit, from a sign<br>The habit of a windswept thumb, and the sign of the rain<br>Rain on me, rain<br><br>It's started raining
