In Swathes
Squandered chance to jive in the early 80s, rebuilding Beirut out of cardboard
The Czar saw me dance like a vision in white, bedazzled by diamante coat-tails
I can't hear a thing
I can't see anything
I can't smell and I can't sing
I can't hear anything
Upholster the topside in loop-pile berber, vermouth stains still dried in the carpet
Scarring of death, loss and misery, our ship sets it's sail made of cardboard
In swathes we go
The Czar saw me dance like a vision in white, bedazzled by diamante coat-tails
I can't hear a thing
I can't see anything
I can't smell and I can't sing
I can't hear anything
Upholster the topside in loop-pile berber, vermouth stains still dried in the carpet
Scarring of death, loss and misery, our ship sets it's sail made of cardboard
In swathes we go
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Writer(s): Rory Attwell
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