The Psychedelic Furs - Ash Wednesday

It might be broken
And love lies murdered
Were those her footsteps
I thought I heard or
Just the rainfall
Against a window
The same old song, so
Play it slowly
It's like a party
But no one came, it's
All a mess and
Who's to blame, it's

Some of me and
Some of you
All tied in knots and
Broken too, some
Celebration should be in order
Let's raise a glass, let's all applaud the
Party pills, your silent song, the
Ghosts of shadows
That you've become, it
Might be broken
And love lies murdered
The devil's footsteps
Upon the stairs

It's four AM some
Sunday morning
I'm full of empty
The cats are yawning
A cast of plenty
Hired for the scenes and
Is it real? What we believed in?

Might be broken
And love lies murdered
Were those her footsteps
I thought I heard or
Just the rainfall
Against the window?
The same old song, so play it slowly

So close your crazy eyes
And sing yourself to sleep
And shut your crazy mouth
Your words don't mean a thing

So close your crazy eyes
And sing yourself to sleep
And shut your crazy mouth
Your words don't mean a thing

So close your crazy eyes
And sing ourself to sleep
And shut your crazy mouth
Your lies don't mean a thing

Written by:
Tim Butler, Richard Butler, Rich Good, Paul Garisto

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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