Tytuł: Poor places

• Wykonawca: Wilco
• Wyświetleń: 246

It's my father's voice dreaming of
   Sailors sailing off in the morning
   for the air-conditioned rooms
   at the top of the stairs
  
   His jaw's been broken
   his bandage is wrapped too tight
   his fangs have been pulled
   and i really want to see you tonight
  
   There's Bourbon on the breath
   of the singer you love so much
   He takes all his words from the books
   that you don't read anyway
  
   His jaw's been broken
   his bandage is wrapped too tight
   My fangs have been pulled
   and I really want to see you tonight
  
   Someone ties a bow
   in my backyard to show me love
   My voice is climbing walls
   smoking and i want love
  
   My jaw's been broken
   My heart is wrapped in ice
   My fangs have been pulled
   and i really want to see you tonight
  
   And it makes no difference to me
   how they cried all over overseas
   It's hot in the poor places tonight
   I'm not going outside
  
   They cried all over overseas
   It makes no difference to me
   It's hot in the poor places tonight
   I'm not going outside