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Prefab Sprout

Genres: Pop

The Golden Calf Lyrics - Prefab Sprout

Once upon a time I stalked the streets on raining evenings 

When the distant sea blended with the sky 

Past Coliseum's filled with brass 

On pavements carved from toasted glass 

I carried in my heart a word or two 

 

Your dashing horseman all gone away 

Left you the stable bill to pay 

And now the golden calf has turned to clay 

 

All my feelings dressed in gloves 

Couldn't touch your windswept harbor love 

White and open-necked, you would still play 

 

I'd resort to sleepwalking, to caught the mood that fills the sails 

With harvest nets and tides, don't ever bring 

But every night was Halloween and every friend fell in between 

And how capricious nature ruled my mind 

 

Your dashing horseman all gone away 

Left you the stable bill to pay 

And now the golden calf has turned to clay 

 

All my feelings dressed in gloves 

Couldn't touch your windswept harbor love 

White and open-necked, you would still play 

 

Once upon a time I stalked the streets on raining evenings 

When the distant sea blended with the sky 

My mouth was full of cigarettes, my bed was full of [Incomprehensible] 

But you would always make me see today 

 

Your dashing horseman all gone away 

Left you the stable bill to pay 

And now the golden calf has turned to clay 

 

All my feelings dressed in gloves 

Couldn't touch your windswept harbor love 

White and open-necked, you would still play 

 

I sound so different these days, I barely can believe I'm me 

If I didn't know better, I would swear I was someone else 

Lord, I can't believe, I don't believe I'm me 

But who on earth could I be? 

 

Your dashing horseman all gone away 

Left you the stable bill to pay 

And now the golden calf has turned to clay 

 

All my feelings dressed in gloves 

Couldn't touch your windswept harbor love 

White and open-necked, you would still play, play, play 

 

Your dashing horseman all gone away 

Left you the stable bill to pay 

And now the golden calf has turned to clay 

 

All my feelings dressed in gloves 

Couldn't touch your windswept harbor love 

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Copyright: Atv Music Publishing Llc, Sony

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