Текст (слова) песни: The Decemberists - Grace Cathedral Hill
Grace Cathedral hill, all wrapped in the bones of a setting sun, all dust and stone and moribund. I paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle for New Year`s Day. I sat and watched it burn away then turned and weaved through the slow decay. We were both a little hungry so we went to get a hotdog down the Hyde St. Pier. [b]The light was slight and dissapeared.[/b] The air, it sunk of fish and beer. We heard a superman trumpet play the National Anthem.
And the world may be long for you, but he`ll never belong to you. But on a motorbike, when all the city lights blind your eyes, are you feeling better now?
Some way to greet the year: your eyes all bright and brimmed with tears. The pilgrims, pills and tourist here all sing "Fifty three bucks to buy a brand new halo." I`m sweet on a green-eyed girl, all fiery Irish clip and curl, all brine and piss and vinegar. I paid twenty-five vents to light a little white candle.
And the world maybe be long for you, but he`ll never belong to you. But on a motorbike, when all the city lights blind your eyes, are you feeling better now?
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