Tekster:
Vega Suzanne Songs In Red And Gray

England, Portugal or Spain As I do walk by the shipyards and the harbors I smell the salt and the bay rum, and your ghost again I know the salt and the bay rum, and

holdin' me) (When you are holdin' me) And why so high expectation? Who could live up to this? And there's no time now for explanation Cool as an angels kiss And

s pastime? A thing on a string To be thrown and retrieved Like a phone call received On somebody's birthday To tease and delight And then say goodnight And

eyes Once when I saw her She made me a doll Ribbon and paper and ink And lace, I recall I danced beside her Feeling no shame 'Cause we were in costume And

call on that saint and the candle that burns keeping her safe until her return plaster and paint holding the fire a poor woman's saint holding all man

wind and set the sail But save ourselves when all omens point to fail And if I tell the truth then I won't have to tell you this Though I grieve and

little kite Carried away in a wayward breeze Soap and water Wash the year from my life Straighten all that we trampled and tore Heal the cut we called husband and

always making the same point again and wondering if you heard what I just said if you were a weapon a hammer's what you'd be blunt and heavy at the end and

The virgin mary on a chain has hit me in the mouth again as we explore the carnal score of sacred and profane Sulky boy won't drink his milk mothers