A Widow's Toast Lyrics by Neko Case
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Specters move like pilot flames
Their widow’s toast
It's Saint-Angel
Better times collide with now
The tears were warm
I feel them still
They'll heat to vapor and disperse
And cloud our eyes with weary glaze

You raise your glass and may exclaim
"I’ll put my hands on the truth, by God!"
But it’s faster, love, than you and me
Faster than the speed of gravity
That's how it catches you from falling
And how it always, always, always slips away

Specters move like pilot flames
Their widow’s toast
It's Saint-Angel
And better times collide with now
And better times
And better times are coming still
Specters move like pilot flames   Their widow’s toast   It's Saint-Angel   Better times collide with now   The tears were warm   I feel them still   They'll heat to vapor and disperse   And cloud our eyes with weary glaze      You raise your glass and may exclaim   "I’ll put my hands on the truth, by God!"   But it’s faster, love, than you and me   Faster than the speed of gravity    That's how it catches you from falling   And how it always, always, always slips away      Specters move like pilot flames   Their widow’s toast   It's Saint-Angel   And better times collide with now   And better times   And better times are coming still