Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cliquot, artist - Beirut. Album song The Flying Club Cup, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 07.10.2007
Record label: Pompeii
Song language: English
Cliquot |
A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor now |
I’ll beat on my drum 'til I’m dead |
Yesterday, fever, tomorrow, St. Peter |
I’ll beat on my drum until then |
Oh, what melody will lead my lover from his bed? |
What melody will see him in my arms again? |
Set fire to foundation and burn out the station |
You’ll never get nothing of mine |
The pane of my window will flicker and billow |
I won’t leave a stitching behind |
Oh, what melody will lead my lover from his bed? |
What melody will see him in my arms again? |
I’ll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill |
I’ll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill |
I’ll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older |
Oh love, and the cold, the oncoming cold |