Neko Case - Bracing For Sunday lyrics

rate me

Drop my gloves into the stove

It's echoed out the grave

I fell in love with those electric lights

That drug me in the town so late

To nimble, cunning, clever nights

I reel behind them deputized

To scrape the lens off Christian eyes

A Friday night girl, bracing for Sunday to call

I only ever held one love

Her name was Marianne

She died having a child by her brother

He died because I murdered him

Shot him through his jelly eye

I won myself this wicked life

Now I thread the needle walks through mine

A Friday night girl, bracing for Sunday to call

Emptied onto shifting sheets

Staring rosary holes in my ceiling

Waiting for my purpose to deliver

And reveal itself to me

But all I hear are subway trains

Bang against the bedrock lanes

I'm a Friday night girl

Bracing for Sunday to call

Bracing for Sunday to call

Thanks to Orth for correcting these lyrics