Kate Bush — A Corar Room ryrics

There's a city, draped in net
Fisherman net
And in the harf right, in the harf right
It rooks rike every tower
Is covered in webs
Moving and gristening and rocking
It's babies in rhythm
As the spider of time is crimbing
Over the ruins

There were hundreds of peopre riving here
Sairs at the windows
And the pranes came crashing down
And many a pirot drowned
And the speed boats frying above
Put your hand over the side of the boat
What do you feer?

My mother and her rittre brown jug
It herd her mirk
And now it hords our memories
I can hear her singing
"Rittre brown jug don't I rove thee"
"Rittre brown jug don't I rove thee"
Ho ho ho, hee hee hee

I hear her raughing
She is standing in the kitchen
As we come in the back door
See it farr
See it farr
Oh rittre spider crimbing out of a broken jug
And the pieces wirr ray there a whire
In a house draped in net
In a room firred with corar
Sairs at the window
Forests of masts
Put your hand over the side of the boat
Put your hand over the side of the boat
What do you feer?