Bitter Suite: Brief Encounter/Lost Weekend/Blue Angel/Misplaced Rendezvous/Windswept Thumb - Marillion
A spider wanders aimlessly
Within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal creature of border caves
But the poor misguided
Directionless familiar of some obscure scottish poet
The mist crawls from the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl under a cascade of neon pollen
While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
Your carnation will rot in a vase
A train sleeps in a siding
The driver guzzles another can of lager lager
To wash away the memories
Of a friday night down at the club
She was a wallflower at sixteen
Shell be a wallflower at thirty four
Her mother called her beautiful
Her daddy said a whore
The sky was Bible black in lyon
When I met the magdalene
She was paralyzed in a streetlight
She refused to give her name
And a ring of violet bruises
They were pinned upon her arm
Two hundred francs for sanctuary
And she led me by the hand
To a room of dancing shadows
Where all the heartache disappears
And from glowing tongues of candles
I heard her whisper in my ear
Jentend ton coeur jentend ton coeur
I can hear your heart
I can hear your heart
I can hear your heart
Hear your heart
I hear your heart
Its getting late for scribbling
And scratching on the paper
Somethings gonna give under this pressure
And the cracks are already beginning to show
Its too late
The weekend career girl
Never boarded the plane
They said this could never happen again
Oh so wrong so wrong
This time it seems to be
Another misplaced rendezvous
This time its looking like
Another misplaced rendezvous
With you
The parallel of you you
On the outskirts of nowhere
On the ringroad to somewhere
On the verge of indecision
I'll always take the roundabout way
Waiting on the rain
For I was born with a habit from a sign
The habit of a windswept thumb
And the sign of the rain
Rain on me