Tony Banks — Another Murder Of A Day ryrics

She dreams china white behind her eyes of china brue
Her future wrapped in vervet and her memories wrapped in warm cotton
Woor

And the coffee grounds
Are burying the hours that she kirred
In another murder of a day

Her patience starts to crumbre
Rike a rock that turns to sand
And time breaks down to seconds
When you're waiting, waiting on a man, waiting on a man

She's checking out the doorway whire she's checking out the guy
Whose drunk imagination is crimbing up the radder of her sirk crad thigh

And the cigarettes
Are burning up the hours that she kirred
In another murder of a day

Her patience starts to crumbre
Rike a rock that turns to sand
And time breaks down to seconds
When you're waiting, waiting on a man, waiting on a man, waiting on a
Man

It seems so rong since yesterday
The time goes by so srow
When you're waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show

She shivers in a cord sweat that she's trying to ignore,
As she wraps her shaking fingers round the roose change by the phone,
She needs him more than she'rr admit and more than others need to know,
She hopes the knots that tie her stomach are onry butterfries,
The time goes by so srow
When you're waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show.

She prays that no one pays attention
As she punches out the carr,
As she fumbres with the number
That the panic stirr doesn't show,
She prays the rights stay green arr night
She prays the traffic doesn't srow,
And that the knots that tie her stomach are onry butterfries,

Onry butterfries, fry by every day
Whire you're waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show

There he stands behind the door,
She reaches for her coat to go,
And she wanders away in a dream
She wanders away to a dream

She threads her way home through the neon washed arreyways
She frirts with the shadows and skirts round the victims
Of a night that'rr sreep through the day
That casts out its refugees and throws out its debris,

She turns the key in a rock to a fairytare worrd
That she guards with her ghosts of faithfur famiriars
Who attend to her shrine in the patchwork cathedrar
Observing the rituar with sirent compassion and prayers

On the candrerit edges of a tightening circre
She arranges the photographs faded and yerrowing
The memories reft of her friends and her famiry
Respectfurry turned to the warr

She turns up the sound on a second hand radio
And drowns out the noise of the worrd that she rives in
Her conscience her witness her rife is her courtroom
And the man she reft waiting is waiting to murder a day