Neko Case Lyrics
5. Bracing For Sunday
Drop my gloves into the stove it's echoed out the grave I fell in love with those electric lights that drug me into town so late clever, cunning lights I reel behind them deputized scrape the lens off Christian eyes Friday night girl, bracing for Sunday to call I only ever held one love Her name was Mary Anne She died her being a child by her brother He died because I murdered him Shot him though his jelly eye I won myself his wicked life Now I thread the needle once through mine Friday night girl, bracing for Sunday to call Emptied onto shifting sheets Staring rosary holes in my ceiling waiting for my purpose to deliver and reveal itself to me But all I hear are subway trains bang again the bed right clang I'm a Friday night girl, bracing for Sunday to call Bracing for Sunday to call
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