I started this a few weeks ago, but then lost the momentum, but today, I looked at it and then the rest of the lyrics came crashing down. I just need to finish the music now.
Patrick
I sit alone in the limelight at the Redbooth
the sound of fiddles drifts over me, the bartender and a waitress
your empty stool next to me a symbol of the truth
green all around but I can't see, I wear this blood red dress
the scent of clovers in the mist of spring and ale
makes me hope you get what you deserve
out of this modest, lucky rose bloom tale
and I hope you get what you deserve
the body's in the Redbooth basement
"drunk himself from the house he lived on Constant"
so end the story of violins and whiskey
circling round the waitress from the verse
I sit at this piano, unable to sing in key
and it feel like I'm alive and I curse
away the clovers in the mist of spring and ale
makes me hope you get what you deserve
out of this modest, lucky rose bloom tale
and I hope you get what you deserve
order another drink to drown my sorrow
you letters burning in the fireplace
and they'll be there tomorrow and tomorrow
the waitress brings another drink to fill the space
makes me hope I get what I deserve
and maybe one day we'll get what we deserve
it feels like I'm alive with the hope
that we'll get what we deserve
Patrick
I sit alone in the limelight at the Redbooth
the sound of fiddles drifts over me, the bartender and a waitress
your empty stool next to me a symbol of the truth
green all around but I can't see, I wear this blood red dress
the scent of clovers in the mist of spring and ale
makes me hope you get what you deserve
out of this modest, lucky rose bloom tale
and I hope you get what you deserve
the body's in the Redbooth basement
"drunk himself from the house he lived on Constant"
so end the story of violins and whiskey
circling round the waitress from the verse
I sit at this piano, unable to sing in key
and it feel like I'm alive and I curse
away the clovers in the mist of spring and ale
makes me hope you get what you deserve
out of this modest, lucky rose bloom tale
and I hope you get what you deserve
order another drink to drown my sorrow
you letters burning in the fireplace
and they'll be there tomorrow and tomorrow
the waitress brings another drink to fill the space
makes me hope I get what I deserve
and maybe one day we'll get what we deserve
it feels like I'm alive with the hope
that we'll get what we deserve
