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Tytuł: Collecting you

  • Wykonawca: Indigo Girls
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   I could paint you in the dark
  cause i've studied you with hunger
  as a work of art
  and these are very secret days
  i collect my information
  then i stow it all away
  call me
  when you breeze through
  to your appointments
  the work you do
  call me
  i'm collecting you
  
  the pleading (unknown) sting
  my hairtrigger love and faulty spring
  the (unknown) name
  i don't like that smile applied to me
  so blindly just the same
  call me
  when you breeze through
  to your appointments
  the work you do
  call me
  i'm collecting you
  
  turning up my collar
  (turning up my collar)
  to an unseasonal chill
  you ask for a favor
  you know i will
  and the rain comes as surprise
  we fly across the railroad ties
  i feel the danger
  the foolish thrill
  oh yes i will
  
  what it will or won't be then
  (unknown) sure the predevelopment of the of the inkful in the pen
  mind the minds eye's trickery
  cause you might picture killer beautiful
  much more than it might be
  call me
  tell me
  what you're up to
  what you do
  call me
  i'm collecting you
  
  i would be foolish
  to think that i
  could turn it off
  and stay alive
  the way i live
  when you switch on
  hand on the dimmer
  (my hands you)
  give me just a glimmer
  (in the glimmer)
  give me just a shadow
  (just a shadow)
  of hope around the edges
  agony and rapture
  forever uncaptured
  
  take these secrets to your grave
  drug across your landscape
  and buried in your cave
  (your piling up)
  your piling up and out of sight
  (out of sight)
  every try to add it up feels like counting shades of light
  call me yeah
  tell me
  what you're up to
  what you do
  call me
  i'm collecting you
  
  hang it in my window
  let it complicate my view
  the separation
  the glass of you
  but i can't paint this picture
  any way that i see fit
  the art of pain
  the subject sits
  unmoved