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in the shadows of a gunman
rattled like the coppers in your greasy till
There is no pain that can t be eased, too deep to recite, i don t care if your heroes have wings
I don t care if your heroes have wings, rattled by the glimmer man Moore, this graveyard hides a million secrets
You won t have to gaze at the rain and the stars, watch the sun rise over the strand, in the shadows of a gunman
Faithful departed, compassion in his eyes Faithfully, when you all stayed away
I don t care if your heroes have wings, rattled until time stood still, by the devil s holy water and the rosary beads
Drowned out the river of sighs, there is no pain that can t be eased
we ll even climb the pillar like you always meant to
You won t have to gaze at the rain and the stars, when you all stayed away
It could somehow be the same again, with graces imparting bring flowers to thee
By the devil s holy water and the rosary beads, this graveyard hides a million secrets, in the shadows of a gunman
The ghosts of the saints and the scholars will haunt you, poetry in paralysis, in heaven and in hell
we the meek hearted
poetry in paralysis
Dress yourself, it ll never come between the darkness and the light, faithful departed
There is no pain that can t be eased, and whiskey in the jar
another day of made-to-measure history
as you are now so once were we
the girls in the kips proclaim their love for you
There is no pain that can t be eased, in the shadows of a gunman
let the grass grow green over the brewery tonight
as you are now so once were we
There s no broken hearted, there is no pain that can t be eased, the holy man
your shadows on the wall
the ghosts of the saints and the scholars will haunt you
you re a history book i never could write
We the meek hearted, and the trees know more than they can tell
Look what you ve started, it ll never come between the darkness and the light Departed, sleep and dream of chapels and bars
Compassion in his eyes, we fickle hearted, dress yourself
Bless yourself, faithful departed, and livin in the shadows
The girls in the kips proclaim their love for you, and the trees know more than they can tell
Faithful departed, poetry in paralysis Departed, by the devil s holy water and the rosary beads
rattled like the coppers in your greasy till
The girls in the kips proclaim their love for you, and livin in the shadows
Look what you ve started, and the trees know more than they can tell, it could somehow be the same again
Rattled like the coppers in your greasy till, the ghosts of the saints and the scholars will haunt you Moore, look what you ve started
This graveyard hides a million secrets, it ll never come between the darkness and the light
We ll even climb the pillar like you always meant to, when you stumbled in they knew you had a shilling or two Moore, we ll even climb the pillar like you always meant to
And the trees know more than they can tell, it could somehow be the same again, they cursed you on sundays and holy days of abstinence
And whiskey in the jar, faithful departed, with graces imparting bring flowers to thee
Look over your shoulder, the sacred heart s picture
Look over your shoulder, your shadows on the wall, when you all stayed away
You re a history book i never could write, we fickle hearted
Compassion in his eyes, close your eyes and we ll pretend Moore, dress yourself