Neko Case - Bracing For Sunday lyrics

Drop my gloves into the stove Its echo down the grave I fell in love with those electric lights Drop me in the town so late In real behind them... To strip the lands from Christian and Friday night girls Bracing for Sunday to come I only ever held one love Her name was Maryann She died and bring her child by her brother He died because I murdered him Shutting though his jelly eye On myself his wicked eyes I felt the needle though my Friday night girl Bracing for Sunday to come Empty lines and shifting sheets sponsored links Staring rosary holes in my ceiling Waiting for my puddles to deliver And reveal itself to me But all I hear is subway dreams... I'm a Friday night girl Bracing for Sunday to come Bracing for Sunday to come