Letra de Strange Weather - Keren Ann
Letra de canci�n de Strange Weather de Keren Ann lyrics
She�ll take you back,
Don�t make believe
You wanna think it through.
I�ve loved before,
I love again,
I know that yours was true!
Chorus:
Wake up slowly, there are blue skies
Cutting white lines in black matter!
I see them shining through your drunken eyes,
Carving silver is strange weather.
I�ll meet a man,
We�ll make a home
And travel to the deep
Of further lines,
While hidden dreams
The broken hearted keeps.
Chorus:
Wake up slowly, there are blue skies
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Cutting white lines in black matter!
I see them shining through your drunken eyes,
Carving silver is strange weather.
She�ll take you back,
Don�t make believe
You wanna think it through!
I�ve loved before,
I�ll love again,
I know that yours was true!
Chorus:
Wake up slowly, there are blue skies
Cutting white lines in black matter!
I see them shining through your drunken eyes,
They only want me in strange weather!
In a small room, on a naked floor,
With the blinded heart of black matter
I could hear you through the front door
Carving silver is strange weather.
Don�t make believe
You wanna think it through.
I�ve loved before,
I love again,
I know that yours was true!
Chorus:
Wake up slowly, there are blue skies
Cutting white lines in black matter!
I see them shining through your drunken eyes,
Carving silver is strange weather.
I�ll meet a man,
We�ll make a home
And travel to the deep
Of further lines,
While hidden dreams
The broken hearted keeps.
Chorus:
Wake up slowly, there are blue skies
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Cutting white lines in black matter!
I see them shining through your drunken eyes,
Carving silver is strange weather.
She�ll take you back,
Don�t make believe
You wanna think it through!
I�ve loved before,
I�ll love again,
I know that yours was true!
Chorus:
Wake up slowly, there are blue skies
Cutting white lines in black matter!
I see them shining through your drunken eyes,
They only want me in strange weather!
In a small room, on a naked floor,
With the blinded heart of black matter
I could hear you through the front door
Carving silver is strange weather.