Guitar by Chris Rhodes.
LYRICS
One second was all it took, for one second, I felt alive
A sick smile on a sharpened hook at the end of your worn-out line
Wasn't really quite my death, it shouldv'e been
But I'm just not that sentimental and
This carnival's over, I watched the lights die
Looking out on Holy Head Road, I was searching for a shelter
Swinging from the branches of the forbidden tree, I spotted your knotted rope
It could mean, under these circumstances
That I'm deaf, that I'm dumb, not quite so blind as numb
To all this premonitory nonsense
But all I wanted was an island, an island
Ooh
You filthy, pretty thing
Ooh, you're a filthy, pretty thing
Two seconds to shake the thought, I am here, I am awake
I'm raking 'round for a golden coin in a garden of chalk and clay
It's been years, we haven't seen him around no more
They must have smelled his blood
And what he swam all this way for
Was a raft of plywood,
Rotting plywood and lies
Ooh
You filthy, pretty thing
Ooh, you're a filthy, pretty thing
Let's race to see who wins
Put on your shoes
And we'll take off to reach
A new sort of bliss
A new sort of bliss
Three falls to stay upright for once, so you were correct
Always given center stage in this theater of irony
Bloody irony, you did it again
Ooh
You filthy, pretty thing
Ooh, you're a filthy, pretty thing
Let's race to see who wins
Let's race to see who wins
Let's race to see who wins
Let's race to see who wins
love it
imtamberonwoozworld 1 month ago