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Favourite Hour Lyrics Artist(Band):Elvis Costello
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 Put 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 If you find some error in Favourite Hour Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Favourite Hour The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Elvis Costello" Music | | ||||||||||||
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