Victory Girls - Flyte

作词：William Taylor/Sam Berridge/Nick Hill/Jon Supran

作曲：William Taylor/Sam Berridge/Nick Hill/Jon Supran

Violet rings your bell in the evening

And Nell reads every book on your shelf

Arises out of the mountain

To send you to sleep your willows to weep

Your wheels to whirl those mothers of pearl

Those victory girls

Those victory girls

They count your falling stars and measure your pain

And in the lonely hour they make you rain

Fever sleeps on buses to old town

It's walking round the crumbling roves

Hand to hand they wait in the trenches

From Belgium to France they slowly advance

The story unfurls like ribbons and curls

Those victory girls

Those victory girls

They count my lucky stars and measure my pain

And in my loneliest hour they make it rain