Martin Hannett - Quick as Rainbows Lyrics
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Quick as Rainbows
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What Are The Lyrics For Quick as Rainbows By Martin Hannett?
As she walks home tonight
To her house and ignores the stars She knows there's no-one waiting Tomorrow isn't clear enough To give her strength or make her want To wake and walk in the morning. And there's hope that I've taken And there's drugs to make it painless And men, we're quick as rainbows, Always rare to keep her thirsty And I've gone, like she'd always known. As I walk home tonight, To my house and ignore the stars, I know there's someone waiting, Tomorrow is very clear, It gives me strength and makes me want To wake and walk in the morning But there's hope that I've taken And there's drugs to make it painless And men, we're quick as rainbows, Always rare to keep her thirsty And I've gone, like she'd always known. There were times of troubled dreams of hate I'd take her down to the lake with our love Watch it swim, we'd watch it drown Watch our love bob up and down. And there's hope that I've taken And there's drugs to make it painless And men, we're quick as rainbows, Always rare to keep her thirsty And I've gone, like she'd always known. Always corpses at breakfast time. |
Who Wrote Quick as Rainbows By Martin Hannett?
Dan Goodwin, Julian Swales, Patrick Fitzgerald
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What's The Duration Of The Quick as Rainbows By Martin Hannett?The duration of Quick as Rainbows is 3:28 minutes and seconds. |
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