Donna Summer

Prefab Sprout

Compositor: Paddy McAloon

The aging count, he waits on you
Beneath the ivy-walled tower
The chimes ring out the summer light
Also marks the hours
Marks the passing hours

Tonight's child is quick and slim
Leaves her work and master
Her heart is beating to the score
The thoughts that drive it faster
An age that drives it faster

What's my name, what's my name?

Hers is a world that's metal blue
No time to slow to slumber
Every line is evidence
Every new month's thunder
Rattling limbs like thunder.

The aging count closes his eyes
He's long since past crying
What use anger to decry?
If you want Donna sighing.
Prefer Donna sighing.

What's her name, what's her name?