Come over to the window, my little darling,. I'd like to try to read your palm.. I used to think I was some kind of gypsy boy. Before I let you take me home..
Suzanne neemt mee mee. Naar een bank aan het water. Duizend schepen gaan voorbij. En toch word het maar niet later. En je weet dat ze gek is. Want daarom zit je naast haar.
Steer your way through the ruins. Of the altar and the mall. Steer your way through the fables. Of creation and the fall. Steer your way past the palaces.
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river. You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night forever. And you know that she's half-crazy but that's why you want to be there.
Oh, the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on. And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song.
Come over to the window, my little darling. I'd like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy. Before I let you take me home.
Let's sing another song, boys. This one has grown old and bitter. . Ah, his fingernails, I see they're broken. His ships, they're all on fire. The moneylender's lovely little daughter.
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river. You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night forever. And you know that she's half-crazy but that's why you want to be there.
Come over to the window, my little darling. I'd like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy. Before I let you take me home.
Oh, the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on. And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song.