Another Murder Of A Day Lyrics - Fish

She dreams china white behind her eyes of china blue 

Her future wrapped in velvet and her memories wrapped in warm cotton wool 

And the coffee grounds 

Are burying the hours that she killed 

In another murder of a day 

Her patience starts to crumble 

Like a rock that turns to sand 

And time breaks down to seconds 

When you're waiting on a man 

She's checking out the doorway while she's checking out the guy 

Whose drunk imagination is climbing up the ladder of her silk clad thigh 

And the cigarettes 

Are burning up the hours that she killed 

In another murder of a day 

Her patience starts to crumble 

Like a rock that turns to sand 

And time breaks down to seconds 

When you're waiting on a man 

It seems so long since yesterday 

The time goes by so slow 

When you're waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show 

She shivers in a cold sweat that she's trying to ignore 

As she wraps her shaking fingers round the loose change by the phone 

She needs him more than she'll admit and more than others need to know, 

She hopes the knots that tie her stomach are only butterflies 

The time goes by so slow 

When you're waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show. 

She prays that no one pays attention 

As she punches out the call 

As she fumbles with the number 

That the panic still doesn't show 

She prays the lights stay green all night 

She prays the traffic doesn't slow 

And the knots that tie her stomach are only butterflies 

Only butterflies, fly by every day 

While your waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show 

There he stands behind the door 

She reaches for her coat to go 

And she wanders away in a dream 

She wanders away to a dream 

As she threads her way home through the neon washed alleyways 

She flirts with the shadows and skirts round the victims 

Of a night that'll sleep through the day 

That casts out it's refugees and throws out it's debris 

She turns the key in a lock to a fairy tale world 

That she guards with her ghosts of faithful familiars 

Who attend to her shrine in a patchwork cathedral 

Observing the ritual with silent compassion and prayers 

On the candlelit edges of a tightening circle 

She arranges the photographs faded and yellowing 

Memories left of her friends and her family 

Respectfully turned to the wall 

She turns up the sound on a second hand radio 

And drowns out the noise of the world that she lives in 

Her conscience her witness her life is her courtroom 

And the man she left waiting 

Is waiting to murder a day 

(written by tony banks and fish, from the 1991 album 'still' by tony banks, virgin, tcv 2658)