Letras
Now, should you expect to see something that you hadn't seen
Somebody you've known since you were sixteen?
If love is a bolt from the blue
Then what is that bolt but a glorified screw
That doesn't hold nothing together?
Far from these nonsense bars and nowhere music
It's making me sick, I know it's making you sick
There's nothing there, it's like eating air
It's like drinking gin with nothing else in
That doesn't hold me together
But for one crowded hour
You were the only one in the room
I sailed around all those bumps in the night
To your beacon in the gloom
I thought I'd found my golden September
In the middle of that purple June
But for one crowded hour
Would lead to my wreck and ruin
Oh, but the green-eyed harpy of the soul land
She takes into her my hand
She says, "Boy, I know you're lying
Oh, but then, so am I"
And to this, I said, "Oh, well"
Oh, but the green-eyed harpy of the soul land
She takes into her my hand
She says, "Boy, I know you're lying
Oh, but then, so am I"
And to this, I said, "Oh, well"
One crowded hour
You were the only one in the room
I sailed around all those bumps in the night
To your beacon in the gloom
I thought I'd found my golden September
In the middle of that purple June
But for one crowded hour
Would lead to my wreck and ruin
For one crowded hour
You were the only one in the room
I sailed around all those bumps in the night
To your beacon in the gloom
What is this six-string instrument in an adolescent room?
Oh, but one crowded hour
Would lead to my wreck and ruin
Oh, for one crowded hour
Would lead to my wreck and ruin
For one crowded hour
Would lead to my wreck and ruin
