I wanted to take you to the Rose Hotel
But it was closed
You’re like a fugitive
And I’m nervous daily
Manipulative
In your own escape plan
No conversation
I can’t blame you
You’re taken
It’s making a waste of you though
You’re playing vacant
And I’m nervous daily
Where have all the spoons gone?
Where have you gone?
I want sugar
The pages are missing
The pages are gone, John
The pages are gone
A call from Washington came in
On the new telephone
You could have a good life down here, a sunny one
Fancy moving to Florida to feel the sun
Ernie Buffalino called to talk shop
I shut up and moved on
I moved along
You could have a good life down here
Condo on the coast for one
Thanks for thinking of me, Ernie
I must be your favourite pawn
The pages are missing, John
My favourite pages are just gone
The policeman left his card on my wall
And said to call
I’m living with a fugitive
You’re in the grips of it now
And I’m nervous daily
I wanted to take you to the Rose Hotel
But it was closed
I wanted to show you the Rose Hotel
But no
It wasn’t rose
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Sinead O’Brien Lyrics – Living with a Fugitive