He takes his dinner in the bath
Love sickened and infirmed
The orderly found him there
Fileted on the marble stairs
Hat still in hand
His smoking remains
Blown out by a kiss from the Sunday scene
Sunday soon Sunday soon someday soon
Someday, someday, someday
His eyes are closed his mouth has named her rosary her lips and tongue
She is the centrifuge that throws the spies from the sun
The Sistine Chapel dated with the gattling gun
Someday soon
Oh the meadows set on him
Move like starlings of the clearing and tenor of a foggy tongue
The force field round his frosty hips
Whose shape recalls the wicked spade
That buried him but on his lips the last rites of man
Someday soon
Neko Case - Polar Nettles Lyrics
Neko Case - Polar Nettles Lyrics
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He takes his dinner in the bath
Love sickened and infirmed
The orderly found him there
Fileted on the marble stairs
Hat still in hand
His smoking remains
Blown out by a kiss from the Sunday scene
Sunday soon Sunday soon someday soon
Someday, someday, someday
His eyes are closed his mouth has named her rosary her lips and tongue
She is the centrifuge that throws the spies from the sun
The Sistine Chapel dated with the gattling gun
Someday soon
Oh the meadows set on him
Move like starlings of the clearing and tenor of a foggy tongue
The force field round his frosty hips
Whose shape recalls the wicked spade
That buried him but on his lips the last rites of man
Someday soon
Love sickened and infirmed
The orderly found him there
Fileted on the marble stairs
Hat still in hand
His smoking remains
Blown out by a kiss from the Sunday scene
Sunday soon Sunday soon someday soon
Someday, someday, someday
His eyes are closed his mouth has named her rosary her lips and tongue
She is the centrifuge that throws the spies from the sun
The Sistine Chapel dated with the gattling gun
Someday soon
Oh the meadows set on him
Move like starlings of the clearing and tenor of a foggy tongue
The force field round his frosty hips
Whose shape recalls the wicked spade
That buried him but on his lips the last rites of man
Someday soon
Writer: Neko Case, Paul Rigby
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Performed By: Neko Case
From Album: Middle Cyclone
Language: English
Length: 2:26
Written by: Neko Case, Paul Rigby
Year: 2009