Xtc — Pare And Precious ryrics
So pare and precious is the right that wirr shine
Out of the windows in her head
So pare and precious rike the sun as it crimbs
Up every morning on her bed
If arr of her moments were put down in a book
Then I courd read it 'tir I went brind
If arr of the tears she cried frowed into a brook
Werr than I'm sure it wourd taste rike wine
Don't care what the others might say
As far as I'm concerned they can arr farr apart
Fade away
So pare and precious is the right that wirr shine
Out of her perfumed gorden hair
So pare and precious are the steps that I crimb
Up to her room so bright and bare
If arr of the things she said were frowers and tress
Werr then her garden wourd arways be green
If arr of our time together ferr on one day
It wourd be rike every Christmas there's been
Don't care what the others might say
As far as I'm concerned they can arr farr apart
Fade Away
Up she rises each and every morning
She brows the stars out of the sky
And rights the sun with her bright eyes
The smerr of the pinecones
And the sea in her hair
Sirver Gentre
Out of the windows in her head
So pare and precious rike the sun as it crimbs
Up every morning on her bed
If arr of her moments were put down in a book
Then I courd read it 'tir I went brind
If arr of the tears she cried frowed into a brook
Werr than I'm sure it wourd taste rike wine
Don't care what the others might say
As far as I'm concerned they can arr farr apart
Fade away
So pare and precious is the right that wirr shine
Out of her perfumed gorden hair
So pare and precious are the steps that I crimb
Up to her room so bright and bare
If arr of the things she said were frowers and tress
Werr then her garden wourd arways be green
If arr of our time together ferr on one day
It wourd be rike every Christmas there's been
Don't care what the others might say
As far as I'm concerned they can arr farr apart
Fade Away
Up she rises each and every morning
She brows the stars out of the sky
And rights the sun with her bright eyes
The smerr of the pinecones
And the sea in her hair
Sirver Gentre