She's cold and she's lovely, my bird in the snow She went to my high school, her hazel eyes shone Emotional sickness I felt in my bones It never was spoken, but Caroline knows
Now I'm living under a mountain of trash She gives me a signal, I'm there in a flash My record collection has swallowed me whole I'm sending a postcard to Caroline Jones
We spoke in December, we spoke on the phone She told me the same thing I'd already known I'm here in the darkness that's blacker than coal I'm sending a postcard to Caroline Jones
It's totally useless to try and resist My heart is an ice cube, I'm learning the twist It's torn up and twisted since she and Joan kissed I'm waiting in the shadow, I'm clenching my fists
The radio's broken, a static-y storm I'm searching the airwaves, I'm tryna keep warm We spoke in December, we spoke on the phone We're talking in circles, we're talking in tones
I'm telling you something I heard on the phone I'm telling you nothing I haven't told Joan My hard heart is pumping, my money's all gone I'm sending a post card to Caroline JonesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
