In the stabland of the city
We sit relatively pretty
Dyspeptic grey
The sun limps down
Still the jezebels are ringing
This furniture is singing
Periodic tables
& the black hole chairs

Now the stars are all aligning
Resolute & shining
Weaving in the fables
& the falling tears
All your wanton burning
Of the youthful flame
Think again, Bernadette
& there's too much noise
From the cruel, cruel mouth
North & south, Bernadette

When beauty starts to fall apart
The savage eye & beating heart
Of darkness, blessed darkness
My hinterland & winterland & wonderland
I understand it too well
Only too well

Bernadette, we overstepped the mark
Tigers after sharks, Bernadette
Bernadette, we never looked behind
Crueler to be kind, Bernadette


Lyrics submitted by vchamberlain

Bernadette song meanings
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