The red Chinese curtains of our hotel room Were cold and silken And I traced patterns on your thighs With my fingertips, crushed peach and linen
And it would make me all Kinds of happy If we had a little place of our own With lilies outside and the sun's yellow moan
Tell my sweet, sweet Clementina I love none other than she And when the dawn breaks I'll be near her Curled like an apostrophe
Morning come soon Morning come soon
I wore a powder-blue suit on New Year's Day And you said you felt at peace In a late night laundromat on Fountain Street Humming tunes with Nirvana
And it would make me all Kinds of happy To kiss the warmth and shadow of your collarbone
Tell my sweet, sweet Clementina I love none other than she And when the dawn breaks I'll be near her Curled like an apostrophe
Morning come soon Morning come soon Chase that old moon Morning come soon
Morning come soon Morning come soon Chase that old moon Morning come soon Morning come soon Morning come soon Chase that old moon Morning come soonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
