Pretty Widows Lyrics

Brett Anderson Pretty Widows

See the pretty widows, cold as April skies; hold their
winter roses, clothed in nursery rhymes,

And love is where you find it and love is where you reach
and love is in the patterns at her feet



So play her game of tarot, hold her hennaed hand, fold
her dress like petals, turn the hanging man

And love is where you find it and love is where you reach
and love is in the patterns at her feet



So call the pretty widows, clear as April skies, steal
her winter roses, sing her nursery rhymes



Na na na na na na na na na

Oh when the morning calls, and the morning calls