L's Song Songtext / Lyric

I love your nervous fingers

Won't you fumble all night long

Let the morning air sting us

To rise and stumble on

And down the crooked pavements

The wind blows my thoughts like a leaf

The brittle bell chimes

And fortune smiles with it's broken teeth



And the many-rivered land

Grateful for the rain

I'd be grateful for one morsel

Of your lovin' again






Summer restless summer

Won't let sleeping dogs lie

Your barbed voice

Re-awakens time gone by

Owls face fine boned

Parched land dry stone

Thunders muttered promise

Impatient gull on the scented wind

Your grey eyes startling

Rain nearly upon us



And the many-rivered land

Grateful for the rain

I'd be grateful for one morsel

Of your lovin' again

And the many-rivered land

Grateful for the rain

I'd be grateful for one morsel

I'd be grateful for one morsel

I'd be grateful for one morsel

Of your lovin' again