King

King - Gascoigne

Lyrics by：Alvi Ifthikhar

Composed by：Gascoigne

It drove away in Corolla 68

And taint the air with the scent of maple leaf

And crowds in rainbows stand behind the yellow bar

It's Saturday night I'll see you somehow

Clad in Panther's stripes

Behind our temples they decree

Sworn under nonexistent piece of land they hold so dear

I see his eyes it glances with surprise and empathy

Downward behind a point-blank range he fell

What are the odds tonight I'll see your coat of paint

Prettily draped against that glow you've held for a while

You giggled to lines that took me hours to prepare

It's Saturday night they'll carve us a tomb

Right in front your doorstep

How many prints it takes to cover and to grieve

Silence drumming louder than the point of death release

I see your eyes they burn unspoken outcry disbelief

Upwards an icy stare and reason fell

The joy and pain are amplified when you're around

An age old gripe that somehow stayed for a longer time

A knock on the door as strong

As the grip between our hands

These Saturday nights hope it last for a while

Crow are here to stay