Costello, Elvis - Favourite Hour Lyrics






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

[Chorus:]
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 there's 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

[Chorus]

Put 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

[Chorus]





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  1. P.... D....

    Yeap ! 🎼 😉 Really Great ... Giant Pretty !

  2. k.... ....

    Yuck. And the song "Still Too Soon To Know"? Yuck. Brutal Youth is a good record despite them

    k.... ....

    by far the two best songs on that album

    k.... ....

    @Thomas Andersen yeah kevtruth sorry but it's a kev....false here. I'm sorry about that joke.

    k.... ....

    @Thomas Andersen Exactly. There's a few other very good ones (All The Rage, Pony St, Sulky Girl) but Favorite Hour and Still Too Soon are the two outstanding songs... and it's not real close.