David Gray - L's Song lyrics

I love your nervous fingers Won't you fumble all night long Let the morning air sting us To rise and stumble on Down the crooked pavements The wind rolls my thoughts like a leaf The brittle bell chimes And fortune smiles, with its broken teeth And the many rivered land Grateful for the rain I'd be grateful for one morsel Of your loving again Summer, restless summer Won't let sleeping dogs lie Your barbed voice Re-awakens time gone by Hound's face, fine bowl Harsh land, dry stone Thunder's muttered promise Impatient gull on the scented wind Your gray eyes star a little ray Nearly upon us And the many rivered land Grateful for the rain I'd be grateful for one morsel Of your loving again And the many rivered land Grateful for the rain I'd be grateful for one morsel I'd be grateful for one morsel I'd be grateful for one morsel Of your loving again Ah, oh Ah, oh Eh, oh yeah