The Fall - Clasp Hands

We're going down on N-ineteen at 4: 30 am
And we grasped the hands in NYC
It was Steve's song clasp hands

Well, perhaps it's so familiar in a blue bus
It was a pleasure the lads were wolverines
A cuckoo is talking so we clasped hands
We grasped hands

We're going down NYC steve's song
A woman Pearl was talking to me

And we all clasped hands
It was clockwork tears
And we all clasped hands
It was one of the best shows ever seen
Ludicrous, majestic and exhilarating
Priscilla Chaos is a lustrous jewel

And we all clasped hands in NYC

Written by:
Mark Smith, Steve Trafford

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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