From the recording Not Always Quiet
Guitar: Dave Johnson
Bass: Henry Taylor
Drums: Mike MacKinnon
Backing vocals & percussion: Fionnuala Reynolds
Trumpet: Myles Cornish
Trombone: Mike Robinson
Keyboards: Pete Davison
Words & music: Jacquie Thillaye © SOCAN
Arrangements by quiet hill
Engineered by Thomas Stajcer at New Scotland Yard
Lyrics
SUIT OF ARMOUR
I would have sat there for a long time tugging my hem down to my knees
Pressing my wine glass to my lips 'til I got a little tipsy.
Ah, but that's just me.
Clever you, you wore a suit of armour, silly me, a damsel in this dress
You were chivalry at cocktails, I was misery in high heels
The things we do for our friends
Clever you, you wear a suit of armour. It gets you through the battles of the day
Decorated warrior, hidden dreamer, waiting for something to take you away
Take you away (Take you, take you away.)
Away (Take you, take you away)
Take you away. (Take you, take you away.)
Away. (Take you, take you away.)
Take you away. Away. (Away)
You can tie on a mean Windsor, I wave a thick mascara wand
We will put our best feet forward, win them with our smiles, then we're gone, gone, gone
Clever you, you wear a suit of armour It gets you through the battles of the day
Decorated warrior, hidden dreamer, waiting for something to take you away
Take you away (Take you, take you away.)
Away (Take you, take you away)
Take you away. (Take you, take you away.)
Away. (Take you, take you away.)
Take you away. Away. (Away)
Take you away (Take you, take you away.)
Away (Take you, take you away)
Take you away. (Take you, take you away.)
Away. (Take you, take you away.)
Take you away. Away. (Away)
I would have sat there for a long time.