In A Market Dimly Lit Lyrics - Singles - Me Without You

The bird that plucked the Olive Leaf 

Has been circling like a record around the spindle of my mind 

Where the needle's worn the grooves too deep 

And scratched the wax that's blistered from the heat besides 

So from any movement in the room 

If my cat walked by the arm skipped but to my surprise 

My interrupting cat improved 

A sound already so severely compromised 

The needle's worn the grooves too deep 

The needle's worn the grooves too deep 

The needle's worn the grooves too deep 

The needle's worn the grooves too deep 

I'm a donkey's jaw on a desert dune 

Beside the bush that Moses saw 

That burned and yet was not consumed 

She's the silver coin I lost 

I'm the sheep who slipped away 

We pray with fingers crossed 

But you listen patiently anyway 

I wrote a little song for you 

With melody I'd borrowed put to words that didn't rhyme 

To repeat what you already knew 

As the stones thrown at your window tapped in syncopation 

You kept a distance out of fear you'd break 

But what's good a single wind chime, hanging quite all alone? 

The music our collisions would make 

Is a sound that turns the road-that-leads-us-back-home, into home 

The music our collisions make 

The music our collisions make 

The music our collisions make 

The music our collisions make 

I had a rusty spade but I'm not the fighting sort 

If I was Samson I'd have found that harlot's blade 

And cut my own hair short 

Then in a market dimly lit I come casually to pay 

You see my coins are counterfeit 

But you accept them anyway 

So spare me your goodbyes 

Your waving-handkerchief-good-byes 

Given my tendency to err so on the sentimental side 

I'll spare you my goodbyes 

The truth belongs to God 

The mistakes were mine