Love In The Time Of Ecstasy Lyrics - Good News - Withered Hand

There's a crack 

In the handle of a coronation cup 

That I once brought back 

From the study trip in Athens 

Where we plated my hair 

And I put eyeliner on 

Until they stopped in the street 

And pointed at me 

And I felt only pride 

For the first time in my life 

There's a warm warm rain 

Upon a hotel balcony 

Where we looked out upon 

A darkening sea 

And the light, and the light 

Down on the Mediterranean 

Burned like candles in the memory 

Of all the things that we mislaid 

On our way here 

Why did Nirvana ever 

Bother to play here 

Hey there 

I don't want to stay here 

I decree there is a higher plane 

Some place of little consequence 

That I might see your face again 

Before the living and the dead 

Are reunited 

And this town 

This town is killing me now 

I can't believe I waited so long 

From the shopping trolleys 

On the river bend 

To the sound of the bassbins booming 

Can I see your face 

In this acid light 

Of another suburban evening 

As I roll my eyes up 

To these dirty skies 

And count the days 

Til I'll be leaving 

I decree there is a higher plane 

Some place of little consequence 

When I might see your face again 

Before the living and the dead 

Are reunited 

And what is love 

What is love in the time of ecstasy 

And bare knuckle fighting 

Lord, won't you deliver me 

From the wave machine 

And the transparent bikini 

Like isn't there some skeleton 

On me I should find 

That I might vanquish 

Please, won't you listen to me 

Your unfaithful servant's 

Filthy fucking language 

I decree there is a higher plane 

Some place of little consequence 

When I might see your face again 

Before the living and the dead 

Are reunited 

And what is love 

What is love in the time of ecstasy 

And bare knuckle fighting 

Don't tell me that he died for that 

Counselor forgive me for I knew not 

What I vandalized 

Don't tell me that he died for that 

Take me down to the paradise club 

Where the girls are drunk and over sized 

Don't tell me that he died for that 

And there's a crack 

In the handle of a coronation cup 

That I once brought back 

I decree there is a higher plane 

Some place of little consequence