Album - The Miller's Tale: A Tom Verlaine Anthology
Lyrics - Prove It
Our candles are in danger from the way we carry them So keep yer matches handy and wait to see if when The ghosts of hallelujah trickle through the walls brandishing the wrong words nail the cursings in the hall
The ghosts of hallelujah leave you there alone counting bottles of medicine and longing for yer home Don't forget the hands that made you Don't forget yer lonely days And soak yer heart in clover anytime you feel it sway
I've got no harmless longings at least that's what she said As night came even closer to the bare hips of my bed So temptation sings a slow song and wraps yer lust in shame The women take on new lives as you swagger with the lame
The ghosts of hallelujah leave you there alone Counting bottles of medicine and longing for yer home Don't forget the hands that made you Don't forget yer lonely days And soak yer heart in clover anytime you feel it sway
