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Last of the English Gentlemen

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Hidden by dark in the shadow of sycamore leaves
The nightingale and the ivory hunters' son lay

Pale as the sigh of light on the tip of two endless matches
As the evening smoke clears they cradle each other's gaze.

She sings him songs that rise like spells in the night
And he howls at the moon when it threatens to borrow her light
She carves out confessions on the branch of a tree by the lake
The words can't be read, she just likes the impression they make

And their footsteps go
La da da, la da da
down the lane

Both soaked to the bone 
La da da, la da da
In the December rain

They waltz in the graveyard
And laugh at the children beneath
You can tell they are lovers
Her scars are the shape of his teeth

With delicate, shy, crimson smiles they run wild 'til morning
Swinging from willows, spinning like dust in the pine
And they never grow tired, for they're hidden by shade
When the dawn comes calling

And they're laid to rest, their bodies like ivy entwined

She sings him songs that rise like spells in the night

And he howls at the moon when it threatens to borrow her light

She tends to the marks on his flesh and the bark of the tree
He likes the impressions but he never did learn how to read

And their footsteps go
La da da, la da da
down the lane

Both soaked to the bone 
La da da, la da da
In the December rain

They crawl through the graveyard
And cry for the children beneath
And you know that she's wild
His scars are the shape of her teeth

In the cool naked dawn the nightingale solemnly sings
Of the stillness of flight that are dreams, that is death, 
and the music somewhere in between
And when silence falls
The clamour of claws can cause 
You
to abandon your name
And the violence of love
But that ivory glove
Will lead your hand back to the flame
Again and again

She sings him songs that rise like spells in the night

And he howls at the moon when it threatens to borrow her light

In her feathers and crown she looks like some enchanted queen
You can tell they were lovers when their eyes both glow aquamarine

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