Album Name : Scott Walker - The Collection 1967-1970
Release Date : 2013-06-03
Song Duration : 3:19
Scott Walker Rosemary
Voices from a photograph
Laughed from your wall
Screamed through your dreams
Wake up rosemary and wipe your teary eyes
Rise and cross the cold bare floor
And watch the moon through frosted glass
Damn that photograph
I'll have to take it down
She hears the boats as they move down the river
She sees a dog straining hard on his leash to get away
She hears the clock and it strikes like a hammer
Pounding the nails one day further in the coffin of her
Youth
Evenings with your mother's friends
Pregnant eyes, sagging chins
Swollen fingertips
Pour antique cups of tea
Who are you and where you been?
Suspended in a weightless wind
Watching trains go by
From platforms in the rain
Look at the photograph
Dream back last summer
Dream back the lips
Of that traveling salesman, mr. jim
He smelled of miracles
With stained glass whispers
You loved his laughter
You tremble beneath him once again
That's what i want
A new shot at life
But my coat's too thin
My feet won't fly
And i watch the wind and i see another dream blowin' by