Pristine Verses Songtext
von Labi Siffre

She wrote pristine verses on the ceiling of my soul
Till the British Museum said sl-o-o-ow down
She sang Angelique songs till the devil took tongs
, and pulled the fire out
It′s hard to bare, someone so stunning.
Makes you tired
You realize your whole life's misfired
Then the seamstress touched me and my stitches fell away
And the choir was singing
Tho I could not hear a word they said
Your falling up to heaven, but you′re the wrong way down


Pandemonium in the palace, desperation on the throne
To tell the first, that first is last you see
She's finally gone home
She wrote 16 verses that my memory slipped upon
Tho my clutching fingers held some pieces and the song

Its hard to bare, someone so stunning.
Makes you tired
You realize your whole life's misfired
Pandemonium in the palace, desperation on the throne
To tell the first, that first is last you see
She′s finally gone home
She wrote 16 verses that my memory slipped upon
Tho my clutching fingers held some pieces and the song