Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cliquot , by - Beirut. Song from the album The Flying Club Cup, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 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 |