The List Lyrics

Song	The List
Artist	Thea Gilmore
Album	Harpo's Ghost
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	He was a clubland caller, he was younger than he felt
	Settled like a moth down in the east-end neon belt
	Well he used to be a believer, ‘til the city got its grip
	Now if there’s any holiness left, well he can’t remember it
	He can’t remember it
	She was a high-rise butterfly, crashed in ‘92
	Into some veiled little suburb that they bulldozed through
	Where the little fat angels guard the harvest like they should
	Well its downtown now but it used to be the woods
	It used to be the woods
	And, oh its a lonely little town
	And oh, its a lonely little tune
	And if my name is on that list I guess I’ll see you soon
	First he heard her voice and then he saw her face
	She shone just like a crucifix, an instrument of grace
	And they got on like children, they got a hotel room
	They got a new religion, a needle and a spoon
	A needle and a spoon
	And they gave thanks to the heavens, but the devil held their hands
	And they walked that great divide between Disciples and partisans
	And the brown and the Bible, they were never quite enough
	But the life that grew inside her, well that felt a bit like love
	Felt a bit like love
	And oh, its a lonely little town
	And oh, its a lonely little tune
	And if my name is on that list I guess I’ll see you soon
	And if my name is on that list I guess I’ll see you soon
	The seasons are a metronome, the rhythm and the wild
	The winter took his heart away, the spring it took her child
	And the honeyed breath of summer is sweet and overgrown
	But its always autumn sings “its not too late to find your way back home”
	To find your way back home
	And a bell sometimes reminds them, or the singing in the wind
	The striking of a match, the smell of Paraffin
	And some folks are drawn to the flames, and some just want to hide
	But the lonely are the prettiest of all, they burn from the inside
	They burn from the inside
	Yeah, the lonely are the prettiest of all, they burn from the inside

	He was a clubland caller, he was younger than he felt
	Settled like a moth down in the eastend neon belt
	Well he used to be a believer, ' til the city got its grip
	Now if there' s any holiness left, well he can' t remember it
	He can' t remember it
	She was a highrise butterfly, crashed in ' 92
	Into some veiled little suburb that they bulldozed through
	Where the little fat angels guard the harvest like they should
	Well its downtown now but it used to be the woods
	It used to be the woods
	And, oh its a lonely little town
	And oh, its a lonely little tune
	And if my name is on that list I guess I' ll see you soon
	First he heard her voice and then he saw her face
	She shone just like a crucifix, an instrument of grace
	And they got on like children, they got a hotel room
	They got a new religion, a needle and a spoon
	A needle and a spoon
	And they gave thanks to the heavens, but the devil held their hands
	And they walked that great divide between Disciples and partisans
	And the brown and the Bible, they were never quite enough
	But the life that grew inside her, well that felt a bit like love
	Felt a bit like love
	And oh, its a lonely little town
	And oh, its a lonely little tune
	And if my name is on that list I guess I' ll see you soon
	And if my name is on that list I guess I' ll see you soon
	The seasons are a metronome, the rhythm and the wild
	The winter took his heart away, the spring it took her child
	And the honeyed breath of summer is sweet and overgrown
	But its always autumn sings " its not too late to find your way back home"
	To find your way back home
	And a bell sometimes reminds them, or the singing in the wind
	The striking of a match, the smell of Paraffin
	And some folks are drawn to the flames, and some just want to hide
	But the lonely are the prettiest of all, they burn from the inside
	They burn from the inside
	Yeah, the lonely are the prettiest of all, they burn from the inside

	He was a clubland caller, he was younger than he felt
	Settled like a moth down in the eastend neon belt
	Well he used to be a believer, ' til the city got its grip
	Now if there' s any holiness left, well he can' t remember it
	He can' t remember it
	She was a highrise butterfly, crashed in ' 92
	Into some veiled little suburb that they bulldozed through
	Where the little fat angels guard the harvest like they should
	Well its downtown now but it used to be the woods
	It used to be the woods
	And, oh its a lonely little town
	And oh, its a lonely little tune
	And if my name is on that list I guess I' ll see you soon
	First he heard her voice and then he saw her face
	She shone just like a crucifix, an instrument of grace
	And they got on like children, they got a hotel room
	They got a new religion, a needle and a spoon
	A needle and a spoon
	And they gave thanks to the heavens, but the devil held their hands
	And they walked that great divide between Disciples and partisans
	And the brown and the Bible, they were never quite enough
	But the life that grew inside her, well that felt a bit like love
	Felt a bit like love
	And oh, its a lonely little town
	And oh, its a lonely little tune
	And if my name is on that list I guess I' ll see you soon
	And if my name is on that list I guess I' ll see you soon
	The seasons are a metronome, the rhythm and the wild
	The winter took his heart away, the spring it took her child
	And the honeyed breath of summer is sweet and overgrown
	But its always autumn sings " its not too late to find your way back home"
	To find your way back home
	And a bell sometimes reminds them, or the singing in the wind
	The striking of a match, the smell of Paraffin
	And some folks are drawn to the flames, and some just want to hide
	But the lonely are the prettiest of all, they burn from the inside
	They burn from the inside
	Yeah, the lonely are the prettiest of all, they burn from the inside

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