- Votes:
 - Composer:
 - Paddy Mcaloon
 
- Genres:
 - Metal
 - Pop
 - Rock
 
- Tags:
 - colours
 - mid
 
- See also:
 
Prefab Sprout - The Golden Calf lyrics
Once upon a time I stalked the streets on raining evenings
 When the distant sea blended with the sky
 Past Coliseum's filled with brass
 On pavements carved from toasted glass
 I carried in my heart a word or two
 Your dashing horseman all gone away
 Left you the stable bill to pay
 And now the golden calf has turned to clay
 All my feelings dressed in gloves
 Couldn't touch your windswept harbor love
 White and open-necked, you would still play
 I'd resort to sleepwalking, to caught the mood that fills the sails
 With harvest nets and tides, don't ever bring
 But every night was Halloween and every friend fell in between
 And how capricious nature ruled my mind
 Your dashing horseman all gone away
 Left you the stable bill to pay
 And now the golden calf has turned to clay
 All my feelings dressed in gloves
 Couldn't touch your windswept harbor love
 White and open-necked, you would still play
 Once upon a time I stalked the streets on raining evenings
 When the distant sea blended with the sky
 My mouth was full of cigarettes, my bed was full of [Incomprehensible]Prefab Sprout - The Golden Calf - http://motolyrics.com/prefab-sprout/the-golden-calf-lyrics.html
 But you would always make me see today
 Your dashing horseman all gone away
 Left you the stable bill to pay
 And now the golden calf has turned to clay
 All my feelings dressed in gloves
 Couldn't touch your windswept harbor love
 White and open-necked, you would still play
 I sound so different these days, I barely can believe I'm me
 If I didn't know better, I would swear I was someone else
 Lord, I can't believe, I don't believe I'm me
 But who on earth could I be?
 Your dashing horseman all gone away
 Left you the stable bill to pay
 And now the golden calf has turned to clay
 All my feelings dressed in gloves
 Couldn't touch your windswept harbor love
 White and open-necked, you would still play, play, play
 Your dashing horseman all gone away
 Left you the stable bill to pay
 And now the golden calf has turned to clay
 All my feelings dressed in gloves
 Couldn't touch your windswept harbor love









