The Birds Will Still Be Singing - Elvis Costello, The Brodsky Quartet

Summertime withers as the sun descends

He wants to kiss you.

will you condescend?

Before you wake and find a chill within your bones

Under a fine canopy of lovers dust and humourous bones

Banish all dismay

Extinguish every sorrow

Eternity stinks, my darling.

thats no joke

Dont waste your precious time pretending youre

Heartbroken

There will be tears and candles

Pretty words to say

Spare me lily-white lillies

With the awful perfume of decay

Banish all dismay

Extinguish every sorrow

If Im lost or Im forgiven

The birds will still be singing

Its so hard to tear myself away

Even when you know its over

Its too much to say.

Banish all dismay

Extinguish every sorrow

If Im lost or Im forgiven

The birds will still be singing