Quilt Saturday Bride
Don't you call any later (Aaaaah)
As the clock came and ate her
What are we running after? (Aaaaah)
Hear the clock's gentle laughter (Aaaaah)
Oooooh shine as you were
A ghost in a painted field
Ooooh Saturday Bride
Tell what you saw in the night
I saw God
In the skin of the fog