Your Finest Hour Songtext
von Tom Verlaine

(Verlaine)
Brother tears
Funny sometimes
Mind your manners
By the ocean
Oh it is your finest hour
Gliding, gliding
Yeah, it is your finest hour
Sliding, sliding
Must be a memory, or something
You said you are
Living neutral
Slowly coming Into morning
Oh it is your finest hour
Gliding, gliding
Yeah, it is your finest hour
Sliding, sliding
Must be a memory, or something
Oh it is your finest hour
Gliding, gliding
Yeah, it is your finest hour
Sliding, sliding
Must be a memory, or something
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