Parliament Of Rooks – Ed Harcourt – letras

Fold my clothes neatlySet the table slowlySweep the floor gentlyClock is ticking softlyThey are here in the morningThey’re in the eveningWondering when it’s timeThe choir of maraudersHighest beckoning orderNo point in trying to hideIt’s just a parliament of rooksSitting on the fence, waiting for the worldIt’s just a parliament of rooksI’m not ready to move from this world to the next oneReady to move from this world to the next oneSummon my soul to the end of the setting sunA parliament of rooks will move you onLooking at your bodyFree from any burdenDon’t know where I’m goingCertainly not to heavenThey are here in the morningThey’re in the eveningWondering when it’s timeThe choir of maraudersHighest beckoning orderNo point in trying to hideIt’s just a parliament of rooksSitting on the fence, waiting for the worldIt’s just a parliament of rooksI’m not ready to move from this world to the next oneReady to move from this world to the next oneSummon my soul to the end of the setting sunA parliament of rooks will move you onHere they comeHere they comeHere they comeHere they comeHere they comeHere they comeHere they comeHere they comeHere they comeHere they comeHere they comeHere they comeHere they comeHere they comeHere they comeHere they comeHere they comeHere they come