Memphis Skyline - Rufus Wainwright

Never thought of Hades under the Mississippi

But still I’ve come for to sing for him

So southern furies prepare to walk

For my harp I have strung and I will leave with him

Relax the cogs of rhyme

Over the Memphis sky

Turn back the wheels of time

Under the Memphis skyline

Always hated him for the way he looked in the gaslight of the morning

Then came Hallelujah sounding like mad Ophelia for me in my room living

So kiss me my darling

Stay with me till morning

Turn back and you will stay

Under the Memphis Skyline