Purse Lipped Lady by Ayaz Hamid Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Songs out of shape, thoughts out of tune
Veiled regrets, plucking nostalgia’s harp
We said goodbye in winter’s clasps
Too afraid of time’s wounds
Yet my hope remains unsullied
With each sip from the coffee cup
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Singing songs you’ll never hear
Shedding tears you’ll never touch
Lest we meet again my darling
Shall it again crumble to dust ?
[Chorus]
Oh purse lipped lady
With your serene countenance
Your sunlit smile
Forcing doubts, to beg for penance
Is it sin to long for
Is it sin to not forget
Oh dream sleeved lady
When shall you give me rest
[Verse 2]
Holding hands in forgotten dreams
The ship has sailed, yet holding onto the anchor
Yet when I look at you my darling
Doubts come rushing in through the door
[Chorus]
Oh purse lipped lady
With your serene countenance
Your sunlit smile
Forcing doubts, to beg for penance
Is it sin to long for
Is it sin to not forget
Oh dream sleeved lady
When shall you give me rest
Songs out of shape, thoughts out of tune
Veiled regrets, plucking nostalgia’s harp
Songs out of shape, thoughts out of tune
Veiled regrets, plucking nostalgia’s harp
We said goodbye in winter’s clasps
Too afraid of time’s wounds
Yet my hope remains unsullied
With each sip from the coffee cup
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Singing songs you’ll never hear
Shedding tears you’ll never touch
Lest we meet again my darling
Shall it again crumble to dust ?
[Chorus]
Oh purse lipped lady
With your serene countenance
Your sunlit smile
Forcing doubts, to beg for penance
Is it sin to long for
Is it sin to not forget
Oh dream sleeved lady
When shall you give me rest
[Verse 2]
Holding hands in forgotten dreams
The ship has sailed, yet holding onto the anchor
Yet when I look at you my darling
Doubts come rushing in through the door
[Chorus]
Oh purse lipped lady
With your serene countenance
Your sunlit smile
Forcing doubts, to beg for penance
Is it sin to long for
Is it sin to not forget
Oh dream sleeved lady
When shall you give me rest
Songs out of shape, thoughts out of tune
Veiled regrets, plucking nostalgia’s harp