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  • Figure hanging on a leather band
    Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand
    Bejewelled movement measures lost and vanished time
    Pray for the boy who makes his bed in cold earth and quicklime
    Chorus:
    So stay the hands, arrest the time
    'till i am captured by your touch
    Blessings i don't count
    Small mercies and such
    The flags may lower as we approach the favourite hour
    Now there's a tragic waste of brutal youth
    Strip and polish this unvarnished truth
    The tricky door that gapes beneath the ragged noose
    The crippled verdict begs again for the lamest excuse
    Chorus
    Pull out my eyes so i may never spy
    Waving branches as they're waving goodbye
    Their vile perfume brings to my mouth a bitter taste
    The murmuring brooks had best speak up, it's a terrible waste
    Chorus
  • Figure hanging on a leather band
    Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand
    Bejewelled movement measures lost and vanished time
    Pray for the boy who makes his bed in cold earth and quicklime
    Chorus:
    So stay the hands, arrest the time
    'till i am captured by your touch
    Blessings i don't count
    Small mercies and such
    The flags may lower as we approach the favourite hour
    Now there's a tragic waste of brutal youth
    Strip and polish this unvarnished truth
    The tricky door that gapes beneath the ragged noose
    The crippled verdict begs again for the lamest excuse
    Chorus
    Pull out my eyes so i may never spy
    Waving branches as they're waving goodbye
    Their vile perfume brings to my mouth a bitter taste
    The murmuring brooks had best speak up, it's a terrible waste
    Chorus