Finest Hour – lyrics by Lizzie Nunnery

Were you there with me in my majesty

At the barricades, on the record sleeve

I was blessed proof, you were born to believe

I was living art, you were on your knees

 

Chorus

Don’t pick me out in the crowd

Don’t call my name out loud

Don’t throw your light on me, you’ll see

It’s not my finest hour

 

And if I made you laugh, hold on to that

If I was gentle then, if I was elegant

Keep the photographs, keep the magazine scraps

Piece me back together again

 

Chorus

 

But in the right shade

With the dusk behind me

I’m all ablaze

I’m all I might be

On the rolling stage

When the daylight finds me I fade

 

I’ll climb the Anglican tower

Call over rooftop and spire

I’m not the one you admire

It’s not my finest hour

 

A beautiful youth is dancing in the dark

A beautiful youth is dancing in the dark

My beautiful youth is dancing in the dark with me

 

 

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