Nigel Stonier - Expecting Rosalind lyrics

She's coming from the realms of blue With roses through the rain-drenched streets To every secret rendezvous Of lovers turning kitsch to Keats She's coming to the moonlit shores The parks and cafes of confusion The living rooms of those cold wars The homes of disillusion And I can't wait to see her face and watch her taste the wine Toast away the dead bouquets and wasted valentines Scent of old love letters with the same misguided lines Torn up and binned So I'm staring at this hand of hearts Expecting Rosalind She's coming through the catholic night From the tabernacle cobweb throne She's peridot and pyrite A razor's edge against the stone She's coming with her hymns and songs All holy waters of desire The delirium of hands and tongues Underneath the sheets on fire And I can't wait to see the sun on this four-poster bed The smell of wax and incense, the carpet stained in red Father bring us bread and c**aine, be it on my fevered head For I have sinned Seeing in another dawn Expecting Rosalind And I'm dancing to her footsteps, She's the first to know that Look at these flags and streamers Look at these fatted calves, this welcome mat She's coming through the misty days She's gliding down Victorian stairs She's crinoline and rainbow lace She's gossamer and English without tears She's coming ‘cause she must deliver One touch of her dealing hand To every heart sold down the river Out across this broken promised land And I was dreaming, I was screaming, falling to her arms The sound of Nelson Riddle strings and bells and false alarms Crashing in the blackness clutching spells and lucky charms And carried by the wind I woke up in this empty room Expecting Rosalind Expecting Rosalind