Cliquot (Zach Condon, Owen Pallett) Lyrics

A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor
Now I'll beat on my drum 'til I'm dead
Yesterday, a fever, tomorrow, St. Peter
I'll beat on my drum until then.But what melody will lead my lover from his bed?
What melody will see him in my arms again?Set fire to foundation and burn out the station
You'll never get nothing of mine
The pane of my window will flicker and billow
I won't leave a stitching behindBut what melody will lead my lover from his bed?
What melody will see him in my arms again?
Songwriters
Condon, Zach / Pallett,, OwenPublished by
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