Favourite Hour Lyrics

"Favourite Hour" (Capo: 5th. fret)
____Intro: A
____Verse: 1
Figure han___ging on a leather band
cog___consults the watch he cups in his hand
Bejewelled movement measures lost and vanished time
pray for the boy who makes his bed in cold earth and quicklime
____Chorus:
So stay the hands, arrest the time
till I am captured by your touch
bless___ings____I don't count____
small mercies and su___ch
the flags may lower as we approach the favourite hour
____Verse: 2
Now there's a tra___gic waste of brutal youth
strip___and polish this unvar___nished truth
the tricky door that gapes beneath the ragged noose
the crippled verdict begs again for the lamest excuse
____Chorus:
So stay the hands, arrest the time
till I am captured by your touch
bless___ings____I don't count____
small mercies and su___ch
the flags may lower as we approach the favourite hour
____Verse: 3
Pull___out my eyes___so I may never spy
wa___ving branches as they're waving goodbye
their vile perfume brings to my mouth a bitter taste
the murmuring brooks had best speak up, it's a terrible waste
____Chorus:
So stay the hands, arrest the time
till I am captured by your touch
bless___ings____I don't count____
small mercies and su___ch
the flags may lower as we approach the favourite hour