歌词:Keren Ann. Strange Weather.
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
Cutting white lines in black matter!
I see them shining through your drunken eyes,
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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
Cutting white lines in black matter!
I see them shining through your drunken eyes,
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
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.
Keren Ann
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