Sour tulips and scent of turpentine The clinging colour The vibrato of Times Square Swept beneath the leather strap of my watch After walking ten blocks through humid air
My lover's phone calls zigzags across Atlantic blur Her voice full of manner Yellow trumpets testify Love love love I've touched the hem of your dress
Oh this rhythm and rhapsody Love for the lines and geometry Of the Pulaski Skyway In the rain with its gradient of grace No more prickling uncertainty Bruised blues in bellyache burgundies I'll come and go with an appetite Eater of stars in the night
No longer great thoughts across the granite edge of doubt With smile like a Buddha I'll soon see the neon please Love love love May blossom up from the dusty weeds
Oh this rhythm and rhapsody Love for the lines and geometry Of the Pulaski Skyway In the rain with its gradient of grace No more prickling uncertainty Bruised blues in bellyache burgundies I'll come and go with an appetite Eater of stars in the night
Yes we slink like cats under the warm hoods of cars Yes we slink like cats under the warm hoods of cars Yes we slink like cats under the warm hoods of cars Yes we slink like cats under the warm hoods of carsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
