A Boxer's Dead Wife Lyrics

Jack Hayter A Boxer's Dead Wife

She's the ghost of a statue under a shadow
That's no longer there
She's the waft of cheap scent
The click of a heel on Brownlow Hill
And I told her Id sparred with Mickey Bennett
Fixed up cars for Danny Tucker
Punched above my weight
On Brownlow Hill one faded Tuesday

You know we are weightless when we're gone
And will be lifted up while they are all dragged down
She knows I'll be weightless when I'm gone
We'll walk up Hope Street arm in arm

Oh God I was so easily led
I would take my orders from any passing fly
And I was weak
I was wanting
And the devil knows why

Fag ash and footsteps and marks in the road
A busted stiletto heel
They said his car threw you 40 yards on Brownlow Hill
That faded Tuesday

You know we are weightless when we're gone
And will be lifted up while they are all dragged down
She knows I'll be weightless when I'm gone
We'll walk up Hope Street arm in arm