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Ed Harcourt
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Sour Milk, Motheaten Silk
Lyricist:Ed Harcourt
Sour milk, motheaten silk And broken bread and bitter wine Trim my tears with garden shears Breed your thoughts in the diamond mind
I'm a song that can't be sung A method the cannot be taught I'm a ladder without a rung An auctioneer that can't be bought
Like a politician's smile It's your heart, I will pick up And the halo slipping slowly from my head
Sour milk, motheaten silk Dandelions and murderous heat There's a god in every demon Sugarcane and rotten teeth
I'm the writer's faithful block The air that makes your chest feel tight I'm the hand that fits the saga Pump it full of dynamite Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Like a politician's smile It's your heart I will pick up And the halo slipping slowly from my head
Lost in the ether lost at sea Believe in me we're still descending No where to go, nowhere to breathe Oh, won't your dreams stop pretending now
Sour milk, motheaten silk And broken bread and bitter wine Trim my tears with garden shears Breed your thoughts in the diamond mind
I'm a song that can't be sung A method the cannot be taught I'm a ladder without a rung An auctioneer that can't be bought
Like a politician's smile It's your heart I will pick up And the halo slipping slowly from my head
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