David Keenan - Miracles lyrics
[David Keenan - Miracles lyrics]
Fuchsia I hear the public
Toilets are closed you
Make faces when you clean the sand
Out from between your toes
Boxing crosses boundaries
So does fighting with your shadow
Young sap scrapping in the middle
Of the square quare ones
Feast their beads until they are
Partially full yellow blinds
Are drawn kitchen knives are melted
Down into coins and
There is one for every member of the rabble
Loneliness is part of living I shall run from
It no more your attitude is unforgiving
And when I sneer you seem to like
Me more drinking in the milk of
The sun lying in a thirsty ditch nose bleeds
Are all you need when you're dying
Of embarrassment I've had my fill of miracles
Of miracles I've had my fill
Fractured tiles falling to the earth the
Workman in workman's clothes he's had
His fill so fling him into the
Back of the taxi driver
Memories tacked on wardrobe
Door exalting some
Ecstatic claim that on such nights
As nights like these we lent
Our lights to sacred flame
Loneliness is part of living I
Shall hide from it no
More your attitude is unforgiving
And when I sneer
You seem to like me more drinking in the milk
Of the yellow sun lying in a thirsty
Ditch nose bleeds are all you
Need when you're dying
Of embarrassment I've had my
Fill of miracles of
Miracles I've had my fill I've had my fill
Of miracles of miracles I've had my fill
Toilets are closed you
Make faces when you clean the sand
Out from between your toes
Boxing crosses boundaries
So does fighting with your shadow
Young sap scrapping in the middle
Of the square quare ones
Feast their beads until they are
Partially full yellow blinds
Are drawn kitchen knives are melted
Down into coins and
There is one for every member of the rabble
Loneliness is part of living I shall run from
It no more your attitude is unforgiving
And when I sneer you seem to like
Me more drinking in the milk of
The sun lying in a thirsty ditch nose bleeds
Are all you need when you're dying
Of embarrassment I've had my fill of miracles
Of miracles I've had my fill
Fractured tiles falling to the earth the
Workman in workman's clothes he's had
His fill so fling him into the
Back of the taxi driver
Memories tacked on wardrobe
Door exalting some
Ecstatic claim that on such nights
As nights like these we lent
Our lights to sacred flame
Loneliness is part of living I
Shall hide from it no
More your attitude is unforgiving
And when I sneer
You seem to like me more drinking in the milk
Of the yellow sun lying in a thirsty
Ditch nose bleeds are all you
Need when you're dying
Of embarrassment I've had my
Fill of miracles of
Miracles I've had my fill I've had my fill
Of miracles of miracles I've had my fill