Heather Nova

Heather Nova - Blue Back lyrics

Your rating:

Eat your own words, eat your heart out
Eat your own words, eat your heart out

There's not much left, just my red dress
Just this feeling that I got
You made me a victim in your Christmas kitchen
It's my memory, it's your loss

Blue black
Maybe you got something but the flower's growing back

And was it familiar when you touched my sister
God, I don't think there's a word for that

Blue black
Maybe you got something
Maybe you got something but the flower's growing black

I gave it away, whore for a day
It's so ugly, I'm still breathing
But you never got my virgin heart
It stayed locked up, it's still beating

Blue black
Maybe you got something
Maybe you got something but the flower's growing black

Eat your own words
Eat your own words
Eat your own words
Eat your own words

I never felt so clean, you did the sin supreme
You never had a clue, you can't take it with you
I never felt so clean, you did the sin supreme
You never had a clue, you can't take it with you
Get this song at:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Author: Heather Nova

Composer: Heather Nova

Publisher: Butterfly Records

Details:

Released in: 1994

Language: English

Appearing on: Oyster (1994)

Share your thoughts

This form is protected by reCAPTCHA and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.

0 Comments found