Bitter Suite (Medley) - Live At Loreley;2009 Remastered Version
Ein Spinne kommt, ein Spinne kommt
A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow,
Not the regal creature of border caves
But the poor, directionless, misguided
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.
To wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club.
She was a wallflower at sixteen,
She'll be a wallflower at thirty four.
Her mother called her beautiful,
Her daddy said "A Whore".
The sky was bible black in Lyon,
When I met the Magdalene.
She was paralysed in a streetlight,
She refused to give her name
And a ring of violent 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 the glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear.
"J'entend ton coeur, J'entend ton coeur".
I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart,
I can hear your heart, hear your heart,
I hear your heart, your heart.
I'm always walking in the park, always dreaming of a spark, for you.
It's getting late, for scribbling and scratching on the paper.
Something's gonna give under this pressure,
And the cracks are already beginning to show
It's too late.
The weekend career girl never boarded the plane.
They said this could never happen again.
So wrong, so wrong.
This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous
This time it's looking like another misplaced rendezvous,
With you.
The parallel of you,
Could it be you, could it be you.
On the outskirts of nowhere,
On the ringroad to somewhere,
On the verge of indecision,
I'd always take the roundabout way,
Waiting in the rain.
For I was born with a habit, from a sign.
The habit of the windswept thumb.
And the sign of the rain.
A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow,
Not the regal creature of border caves
But the poor, directionless, misguided
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.
To wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club.
She was a wallflower at sixteen,
She'll be a wallflower at thirty four.
Her mother called her beautiful,
Her daddy said "A Whore".
The sky was bible black in Lyon,
When I met the Magdalene.
She was paralysed in a streetlight,
She refused to give her name
And a ring of violent 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 the glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear.
"J'entend ton coeur, J'entend ton coeur".
I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart,
I can hear your heart, hear your heart,
I hear your heart, your heart.
I'm always walking in the park, always dreaming of a spark, for you.
It's getting late, for scribbling and scratching on the paper.
Something's gonna give under this pressure,
And the cracks are already beginning to show
It's too late.
The weekend career girl never boarded the plane.
They said this could never happen again.
So wrong, so wrong.
This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous
This time it's looking like another misplaced rendezvous,
With you.
The parallel of you,
Could it be you, could it be you.
On the outskirts of nowhere,
On the ringroad to somewhere,
On the verge of indecision,
I'd always take the roundabout way,
Waiting in the rain.
For I was born with a habit, from a sign.
The habit of the windswept thumb.
And the sign of the rain.
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Kelly, Ian Mosley, Pete Trewavas, Derek William Dick, Steve Rothery
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