Paroles Sour Milk, Motheaten Silk de Ed Harcourt

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Sour milk, moth-eaten silk And broken bread and bitter wineTrim my tears with garden shearsBreed your thoughts in the diamond mindI'm a song that can't be sung A method the cannot be taughtI'm a ladder without a rung An auctioneer that can't be boughtLike a politician's smile It's your heart I will pick upAnd the halo slipping slowly from my headSour milk, moth-eaten silkDandelions and murderous heatThere's a god in every demonSugarcane and rotten teethI'm the writer's faithful blockThe air that makes your chest feel tightI'm the hand that fits the sagaPump it full of dynamiteLike a politician's smile it's your heart I will pick upAnd the halo slipping slowly from my headLost in the ether lost at seaBelieve in me we're still descendingNo where to go, nowhere to breatheOh won't your dreams stop pretending nowSour milk, moth-eaten silk And broken bread and bitter wineTrim my tears with garden shearsBreed your thoughts in the diamond mindI'm a song that can't be sung A method the cannot be taughtI'm a ladder without a rung An auctioneer that can't be boughtLike a politician's smile It's your heart I will pick upAnd the halo slipping slowly from my head

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