Tytuł: Tigers

• Wykonawca: Rickie Lee Jones
• Wyświetleń: 269

The tigers come at four
   Shaped like the curtain and the floor
   Like the stars they once were wild and cold
  
   Your turn to see me
   I can?t believe its really you
   Sharpening your teeth on my low womb
  
   Playing with tigers
   Chasing the lampshade with my toes
   Playing with tigers
   ?Til i find out where it goes
  
   You check your clothes
   You come and lay with me a while
   In the theater of dream
   We are sleeping in the aisle
   Wind climbs up the brick
   Carrying brightly colored ghosts
   They play on you with
   The light from the street below
  
   Playing with tigers
   Chasing the lamp with my toes
   Playing with tigers
   Until I find out where it goes
  
   Where it goes, where it goes
   I tried to leave you
   But you sent all the cars to bring me back
   Tigers are falling like paper on our parade
   Tigers, tigers.
   And the mail blowing out of the mailbox
   Down the street, yeah yeah
   Tigers.
  
   I can't tell you anymore than that.
   I'll tell you tomorrow when the train comes.
   Tomorrow when the train comes