Favourite Hour (Live)

[Verse 1]

Figure hanging on a leather band

Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand

Bejewelled movement measures lost and vanished time

Pray for the boy who makes his bed in cold earth and quicklime

[Chorus]

So stay the hands, arrest the time

Till I am captured by your touch

Blessings I don't count, small mercies and such

The flags may lower as we approach the favorite hour

[Verse 2]

Now there's a tragic waste of brutal youth

Strip and polish this unvarnished truth

The tricky door that gapes beneath the raggеd noose

The crippled vеrdict begs again for the lamest excuse

[Chorus]

So stay the hands, arrest the time

Till I am captured by your touch

Blessings I don't count, small mercies and such

The flags may lower as we approach the favorite hour

[Verse 3]

Put out my eyes so I may never spy

Waving branches as they're waving goodbye

Their vile perfume brings to my mouth a bitter taste

The murmuring brooks had best speak up, it's a terrible waste

[Chorus]

So stay the hands, arrest the time

Till I am captured by your touch

Blessings I don't count, small mercies and such

The flags may lower as we approach the favorite hour