Paroles de la chanson Strange Weather par Keren Ann
Auteurs: Keren Ann Zeidel
Editeurs: Emi Music Publishing France
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Paroles de la chanson Strange Weather par Keren Ann
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
Wake up slowly, there are blue skies
Cutting white lines in black matter
I see them shining through your drunken eyes
Carving silver in strange weather
I'll meet a man
We'll make a home
And travel to the deep
Of further lands
Don't make believe
You wanna think it through
I've loved before
I'll love again
I know that yours was true
Wake up slowly, there are blue skies
Cutting white lines in black matter
I see them shining through your drunken eyes
Carving silver in strange weather
I'll meet a man
We'll make a home
And travel to the deep
Of further lands
With the hidden dreams
The broken hearted keep
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
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
Wake up slowly, there are blue skies
Cutting white lines in black matter
I see them shining through your drunken eyes
The broken hearted keep
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
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
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 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 in strange weather
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