Vapour Nails

The remnant of your father's patience was fading
While we were singing old songs in dark rooms
And we'd find our eyes were closing as we danced
In the small hours between the sky and the pavement
And the walls they blew away in the wind
But your touch on my shoulder kept me right

And we'll climb inside our old worn suits
And pray that it all comes back to us
And we'll climb inside our old worn suits
And hope that it all comes back

So lay down your garlands for the passing
And keep hold of the pages they wrote for us
When they found our hands crossed over open palms
Blue and pale facing the sky and the pavement
And our ashes will blow away in the wind
And they'll tell of our whispers in the barley

So let's lay our bodies on the pyre
And wait for the time to stop for us
We laid our bodies on the pyre
And waited for the time to stop



Credits
Writer(s): David Thomson, Gibran Farrah, Marshall Craigmyle, Stuart Dobbie
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