Time
By Tori Amos
Well, the smart money's on Harlow
And the moon is in the street
The shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you're east of
And the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of
applause
Napoleon is weeping in the Carnival saloon
His invisible fiance is in the mirror
The band is going home
It's raining hammers, it's raining nails
Yes, it's true, there's nothing left for
him down here
And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
And it's Time Time Time
That you love
And it's Time Time Time
And they all pretend they're Orphans
And their memory's like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls
away
And the things you can't remember
Tell the things you can't forget that
History puts a saint in every dream
Well she said she'd stick around
Until the bandages came off
But these mamas boys just don't know when
to quit
And Matilda asks the sailors are those
dreams
Or are those prayers
So just close your eyes, son
And this won't hurt a bit
Well, things are pretty lousy for a
calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars
And splash into the streets
And when she's on a roll she pulls a razor
From her boot and a thousand
Pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window
And a kiss upon his lips
Till the dish outside the window fills with
rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your
heart
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