Valentine & Garuda Lyrics - Frank Black And The Catholics

I have a flask but I do not have the wine 

I have a suit but I do not have a dime 

Oh pity me Garuda 

I don't where to begin 

I had a love and she called me Valentine 

I walk alone on streets below these peaks 

Of stone that block the sky 

My hands have lost their grip through fingers slipped 

The rarest ever damselfly 

I had a love and she was always true 

I had a drink yes I gambled then she flew 

Oh pity me Garuda 

And turn my hands into wings 

I'm coming back to the station I am due 

My eyes are small and dark 

My pigeon heart is pumping blood so fast 

I fly above the earth for what it's worth 

I search for love lost in the past