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He was a clubland caller, he was than he felt
Settled like a moth down in the east-end belt
he used to be a believer, til the city got its grip
Now if theres any holiness left, Well he remember it

She was a butterfly, crashed in 92
Into some veiled suburb that they bulldozed through
Where the little fat angels guard the harvest they should
Well its now but it used to be the woods
It used to be the

And, oh its a lonely little
And oh, its a lonely little
And if my name is on that list I Ill see you soon

First he heard her and then he saw her face
She shone just like a crucifix, an instrument of
And they got on like children, they got a hotel
They got a new religion, a and a spoon

And they gave to the heavens, but the devil held their hands
And they walked that divide between Disciples and partisans
And the brown and the Bible, they were quite enough
But the life that grew inside her well that felt a bit like
felt a bit love

And, oh its a little town
And oh, its a little tune
And if my name is on that list I guess Ill see you
And if my name is on that list I Ill see you soon

The seasons are a metronome, the and the wild
The winter took his heart away, the it took her child
And the honeyed of summer is sweet and overgrown
But its always autumn its not too late To find your way back home
To your way back home

And a sometimes reminds them, or the singing in the wind
The striking of a match, the smell of
And some folks are drawn to the flames, and some just to hide
But the lonely are the of all, they burn from the inside
burn from the inside
Yeah, the lonely are the prettiest of all, they from the inside