Husbands from Husbands by Pale Fire

You are praying for
The end of lust
For everyone to cover up
For the fucking all to stop

I am here with you, now
I've always been here
Never trying, ever failing
Never found the time

I’m staying at the Thompson Hotel
Just burning spoons and going
Floor to floor and
Room to room down`
Corridors of cabbage roses
Half blind

In secret L.A.
In a plainspoken spring
In movement, in people
Five minutes do not exist

And husbands live in luxury
Have no history
A magazine, a butcherdream
A white house on the hill

I’m staying at the Thompson Hotel
Just burning spoons and going
Floor to floor and
Room to room down`
Corridors of carrot flowers
Half blind
In the half light

Half blind
In the half light
Singing days of miracle and wonder
Days of love and mercy
Dazed by youth
Turned your light down low
Dreamed of tall ships sailing out to greet some queen
While Waterpistol lulled you off to sleep

In a crow’s nest of worry
In a snake pit of money
Promise the rag and bone men
You’ll roll the address again

I’m tired of the Thompson Hotel
Tired of burning spoons and haunting
Every floor and
Every room down`
Corridors of cabbage roses
Half blind
In the half light
Half blind
In the half light

• Alternative
• indie rock
• Glasgow