Текст песни Grace Cathedral Hill

Grace Cathedral hill, all wrapped in the

bones of a setting sun, all dust and stone

and moribund. I paid twenty-five cents to

light a little white candle for New Year's

Day. I sat and watched it burn away then

turned and weaved through the slow decay.

We were both a little hungry so we went

to get a hotdog down the Hyde St. Pier. [b]The light was slight and dissapeared.[/b] The air, it sunk of fish and beer. We heard

a superman trumpet play the National

Anthem.

And the world may be long for you, but he'll

never belong to you. But on a motorbike, when

all the city lights blind your eyes, are you The Decemberists - Grace Cathedral Hill - http://ru.motolyrics.com/the-decemberists/grace-cathedral-hill-lyrics.html

feeling better now?

Some way to greet the year: your eyes all

bright and brimmed with tears. The

pilgrims, pills and tourist here all sing

"Fifty three bucks to buy a brand new halo."

I'm sweet on a green-eyed girl, all fiery

Irish clip and curl, all brine and piss and

vinegar. I paid twenty-five vents to light a little white candle.

And the world maybe be long for you, but he'll

never belong to you. But on a motorbike, when

all the city lights blind your eyes, are you

feeling better now?