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Twilight Capers - Be Bop Deluxe
All the white horses
Ran bleeding to the end,
Shot through the heart
By dear devoted passion
And the falling
Stars that never fall
But send ambassadors to call,
Still call the guilty to heaven
All the wild ones keep
Their shades pulled down,
They hid their dead
Eyes from the ground,
They starve their souls
With murder proud
Beneath the shroud,
Beneath the shroud
And in a corner by the door,
In a picture on the wall
Hangs a man of hollow leather
I can see his broken grin,
His fallen hope, his glorious sin,
Bejewelled and robed in splendour
See the clouds
Form without sound
Dark and swollen,
Torn and bound by the storm
That scream around in the heads
Of those he found
Beneath the ground,
Beneath the ground
In the grey corridors
Of melting ice,
In the cod golden
Claw of autumn nights,
You can find us
Again in paradise
We are the voice in the shadows,
The curse that binding
We are the crack in the mirror,
The seeker finding
We are the light in the lantern
Your blindness brought you
We are the dazzling phantoms
Of dark misfortune...
