Feel like I float in my cat’s eyes With her little fur dust blowing in the air Seems like she tells me her wisdom Know where you are and keep your place Feel like I’m in Hopper’s picture Nowhere to belong feeding on loneliness Seems like I have been falling down From the sky not knowing when to land There’s a radio talking Jusqu’ici tout va bien in my ear Try to turn it off but it never sods off from my mind If i cut my ear off and get cat’s whiskers on my head Would I get to hear out the twinkling silence on my mind Swing me swing me Into your diaphanous eyes Where all memories have gone Swing me swing me Into your diaphanous eyes Swing me swing me Over the secret twilight Where the silent hours wake me Swing me swing me Over the secret twilight Swing me swing me Into your diaphanous eyes Where all memories have gone Swing me swing me Into your diaphanous eyes Swing me swing me Over the secret twilight Where the silent hours wake me Swing me swing me Over the secret twilightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
