文本歌词

I was sorry for the pain and the worry
And the first hand words of
The man from the quarry
Who won't take money
To pay his rent for a while
So I want to borrow out a knife
To hollow out a skin to give him
At the shop tomorrow
But the window's covered with
A page of the Saturday Sun
It was only a matter of time
Till the hands on the tourniquet dried
With the pain and the pressure
Relieved the feeling under her knees
Was going by the hour
Until she could be received
I was sorry for the pain and hurried
With the grass snake photos
All the way from the quarry
And the first road way for a car
That was wandering round
The day was shattered
But she said what mattered
Were the grease stains
All around the seat we sat her
And I wished that time
We'd driven to the Mornington side
It was only a matter of time
Till the hands on the tourniquet dried
With the pain and the pressure
Relieved the feeling under her knees
Was going by the hour
Until she could be received