Bitter Suite (Live At The Hammersmith Odeon 14/12/84)

Bitter Suite

A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow

Not the regal creature of border caves

But the poor misguided directionless familiar of some obscure scottish poet

The mist crawls from the canal

Like some primordial phantom of romance

To curl under a cascade of neon pollen

While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father

Your carnation will rot in a vase

A train sleeps in a siding

The driver guzzles another can of lager lager

To wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club

She was a wallflower at sixteen shell be a wallflower at thirty four

Her mother called her beautiful

Her daddy said a w***e

The sky was Bible black in lyon when I met the magdalene

She was paralyzed in a streetlight

She refused to give her name

And a ring of violet bruises

They were pinned upon her arm

Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand

To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears

And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear

Jentend ton coeur jentend ton coeur

I can hear your heart I can hear your heart I can hear your heart

Hear your heart

I hear your heart

Its getting late for scribbling and scratching on the paper

Somethings gonna give under this pressure and the cracks are already beginning to show

Its too late

The weekend career girl never boarded the plane

They said this could never happen again

Oh so wrong so wrong

This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous

This time its looking like another misplaced rendezvous

With you

The parallel of you you

On the outskirts of nowhere

On the ringroad to somewhere

On the verge of indecision

I'll always take the roundabout way

Waiting on the rain

For I was born with a habit from a sign

The habit of a windswept thumb and the sign of the rain

Rain on me rain

Its started raining