Beirut - Cliquot lyrics

A plague in the workhouse

A plague on the poor now

I feed on my drum 'til I'm dead

Yesterday, fever

Tomorrow, St. Peter

I'll feed on my drum until then

What melody will lead my lover from his bed?

What melody will see him in my arms again?

Set fire the foundation

And burn out the station

You'll never get nothing of mine

The pane of my window

Will flicker and billow

I won't leave a stitching behind

Oh, what melody will lead my lover from his bed?

What melody will see him in my arms again?

I'll sing of the walls of the well

And the house at the top of the hill

I'll sing of the bottles of wine

That we left on our old windowsill

I'll sing all the years you will spend

Getting sadder and older, oh love

Thanks to tommyvercetti for these lyrics

Thanks to aj for these lyrics