Notes from my Phone, pt. 4

Song: The Scarlet Tide (Live)
Artist: Elvis Costello

A little bird did sing
Man has no choice
When he wants everything

We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride.

Man goes beyond his own decision
Gets caught up in the mechanism
Of swindlers who act like kings
And brokers who break everything
The dark of night was swiftly fading
Close to the dawn of the day
Why would I want him
Just to lose him again?

We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride.

Well I recall his parting words
Must I accept his fate?
Or take myself far from this place?
I thought I heard a black bell toll
Up in the highest stone
Admit you lied and bring the boys back home

We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride

We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride