Tom Verlaine - Your Finest Hour lyrics

Brother tears Funny sometimes Mind your manners By the ocean Oh it is your finest hour Gliding, gliding Yeah, it is your finest hour Sliding, sliding Must be a memory, or something You said you are Living neutral Slowly coming Into morning Oh it is your finest hour Gliding, gliding Yeah, it is your finest hour Sliding, sliding Must be a memory, or something Oh it is your finest hour Gliding, gliding Yeah, it is your finest hour Sliding, sliding Must be a memory, or something Besides