MARCUS DOO & THE SECRET FAMILY - Made to Measure | Текст песни

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• MARCUS DOO & THE SECRET FAMILY
• Made to Measure

Highland hills, old men’s teeth,
an unrepentant flag of grief
it doesn’t matter where I’ve gone, who I’ve met, it never lets me go
it never leaves me go
consider the lilies in her bed
consider the shadows in my head
consider the flags we’ve had to burn
consider the nights I’ve had to turn away from it all
I turned away from it all
time and bone are still made to measure
forgive me, forgive me not’s
it’s all instant pleasure

so we raised the hill at Heptonstall
the three sisters, I’ve read them all
none knew where the skull would fall
they all wrote alone
they all lived and died at home

so I praised the God of transience
I wore his cloak, mocked elegance
betrayal was my last defence
against a dark inheritance
of passing, surpassing, trashing, ignorant pretentious cash-ins
cynicism, the depressive prison
where which to wear is the big decision

I’m tired of it all
I want something simple, something more

time and bone are still made to measure
forgive me, forgive me not’s
it’s all instant pleasure

the muse dies with museum debts
the muse dies with museum debts
they raised the price without regrets
but histories beauty was a whore, histories beauty was a whore
a whore
whore

1,2,3,4

time and bone are still made to measure
forgive me, forgive me not's
it’s all instant pleasure