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Psychedelic Furs; TorchA thousand rainy days and ISpoke

30 Apr

Psychedelic Furs; Torch

A thousand rainy days and I

Spoke on tongues that talk of saints

Burned down days like cigarettes

For your hollow praise
Down the days that you forget

Count the pictures that you keep

Keep it, hide it all away

Let it never show

All of this and I regret

Not a day that I was sent
Celebrated and arose

For your vanity in vain

Framed the faces I applaud

All the same sad eyes
Write the world between the lines

I heard it all, I heard it spoke

Like a name I call my life

Let it never show

All of this, I now regret

Not a day that I was sent

Not a name that I might place

Not at my parade

In the four walls of my room

Standing where I wait

Others praised and I can’t come

Tore the pictures off my walls

There’s a secret that I keep

Let it never show
All of this, I now regret

Not a day that I was sent

All of this, I now regret

Not a name that I might place

Not at my parade

Framed the faces I applaud

All the same, all alone

Write the world between the lines

I heard it all, I heard it spoke

In the four walls of my room

I’m just feeling all alone