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Favourite Hour - Elvis Costello
Written by：Elvis Costello

Figure hanging on a leather band

Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand

Bejewelled movement
Measures lost and vanished time

Pray for the boy who makes his bed in cold
Earth and quicklime
So stay the hands arrest the time
Till I am captured by your touch
Blessings I don't count
Small mercies and such
The flags may lower
As we approach the favourite hour

Now theres a tragic waste of brutal youth

Strip and polish this unvarnished truth
The tricky door that gapes beneath the ragged noose

The crippled verdict
Begs again for the lamest excuse
So stay the hands arrest the time
Till I am captured by your touch
Blessings I don't count
Small mercies and such
The flags may lower
As we approach the favourite hour

Pull out my eyes so I may never spy

Waving branches as they're waving goodbye

Their vile perfume brings to my mouth a bitter taste

The murmuring brooks had best speak up
It's a terrible waste
So stay the hands arrest the time
Till I am captured by your touch
Blessings I don't count
Small mercies and such
The flags may lower
As we approach the favourite I