Bracing For Sunday歌词
Bracing
For
Sunday
Neko
Case.I
dropped
my
gloves
into
the
stoveHymns
echoed
out
the
grateI
fell
in
love
with
those
electric
lightsThat
drug
me
into
town
so
late.To
nimble,
cunning,
clever
nightsI
railed
behind
them,
deputizedTo
scrape
the
lens
of
Christian
eyes,.I'm
a
Friday
night
girlBracing
for
Sunday
to
come.I
only
ever
held
one
love,Her
name
was
Mary
AnneShe
died
having
a
child
by
her
brotherHe
died
because
I
murdered
him..I
shot
him
through
his
jelly
eyeAnd
I
won
myself
his
wicked
life,Now
I
thread-the-needle
waltz
through
mine,.I'm
a
Friday
night
girlBracing
for
Sunday
to
come..I
emptied
onto
shifting
sheets,Staring
rosary
holes
in
my
ceiling,Waiting
for
my
purpose
to
deliver,And
reveal
itself
to
meBut
all
I
hear
are
subway
trainsBang
against
their
bedrock
lanesSo
I
bang
a