Bitter Suite Lyrics - Marillion

A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow 

Not the regal creature of border caves 

But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar 

Of some obscure Scottish poet 

The mist crawls from the canal 

Like some primordial phantom of romance 

To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen 

While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father 

Your carnation will rot in a vase. 

A train sleeps in a siding 

The driver guzzles another can of lager 

To wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club 

She was a wallflower at sixteen 

She'll be a wallflower at thirty four 

Her mother called her beautiful 

Her daddy said, "A whore". 

The sky was Bible black in Lyon 

When I met the Magdalene 

She was paralyzed in a streetlight 

She refused to give her name 

And a ring of violet bruises 

They were pinned upon her arm. 

Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand 

To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears 

And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear 

"'J'entend ton coeur" 

I can hear your heart 

It's getting late, for scribbling and scratching on the paper 

Something's gonna give under this pressure 

And the cracks are already beginning to show 

It's too late 

The weekend career girl never boarded the plane 

They said this could never happen again 

So wrong, so wrong 

This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous 

This time, it's looking like another misplaced rendezvous 

With you 

The parallel of you, yo 

On the outskirts of nowhere 

On the ring road to somewhere 

On the verge of indecision 

I'll always take the roundabout way 

Waiting on the rain 

For I was born with a habit, from a sign 

The habit of a windswept thumb 

And the sign of the rain 

It's started raining