Favourite Hour-Elvis Costello

[ti:Favourite Hour] [ar:Elvis Costello] [al:Brutal Youth] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Favourite Hour - Elvis Costello (埃尔维斯 科斯特洛) [00:03.40]Written by：Elvis Costello [00:06.81]Figure hanging on a leather band [00:13.88] [00:15.11]Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand [00:22.10] [00:22.80]Bejewelled movement [00:24.85]Measures lost and vanished time [00:30.13] [00:31.08]Pray for the boy who makes his bed in cold [00:36.06]Earth and quicklime [00:39.58]So stay the hands arrest the time [00:45.04]Till I am captured by your touch [00:49.29]Blessings I don't count [00:54.43]Small mercies and such [00:58.82]The flags may lower [01:01.47]As we approach the favourite hour [01:06.51] [01:10.02]Now theres a tragic waste of brutal youth [01:16.91] [01:19.71]Strip and polish this unvarnished truth [01:27.14]The tricky door that gapes beneath the ragged noose [01:35.44] [01:36.54]The crippled verdict [01:38.73]Begs again for the lamest excuse [01:45.27]So stay the hands arrest the time [01:50.78]Till I am captured by your touch [01:55.25]Blessings I don't count [02:00.37]Small mercies and such [02:05.24]The flags may lower [02:07.74]As we approach the favourite hour [02:12.63] [02:17.34]Pull out my eyes so I may never spy [02:24.33] [02:26.97]Waving branches as they're waving goodbye [02:34.23] [02:35.17]Their vile perfume brings to my mouth a bitter taste [02:43.18] [02:45.30]The murmuring brooks had best speak up [02:48.85]It's a terrible waste [02:54.18]So stay the hands arrest the time [03:00.04]Till I am captured by your touch [03:04.43]Blessings I don't count [03:09.88]Small mercies and such [03:14.58]The flags may lower [03:17.31]As we approach the favourite I