The Extra Glens – Going To Marrakesh lyrics

The fog is lifting from the water
The bells are sounding on the boats
And our love is a monster plain and simple
Though you weigh it down with stones to try to drown it
It floats, it floats
The day of reckoning is coming
Faster than anyone here realizes
And our love is like Jesus, but worse
Though you seal the cave up where you’d lain its body
It rises, it rises
Keep waiting for our love to die
The machines by its bed dim and flicker but it won’t stay dead
And it perks up when the nurses bring its medication by
I— wish
Our love would go the way of all flesh
But it’s not right, and it’s not nice to try to kill the same thing twice
Would you pack your things we are going to Marrakesh

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