Tangarine

Tangarine
Hands of abuse

Every time you talk to me,
you put dirt in my hands.
I'm so sick and tired, of your desire to treat me unkind.

Every time you reach for me,
you put mud in my face.
I’m so out of the blue, I’m falling into it again.

Embraced by the hands of abuse.
Put your name in my bruise.
Coz when you talk to me,
all I can write is the blues.

Every time you look at me,
you put dust in de air
No sunlight can fight the evening sky in your mind.

Every time you pull on me,
you close another door.
I’m not reaching for another angry way, you adore.

walter

Toegevoegd door walter op ma 10 apr, 2006 9:51 am

Auteur: Tangarine
Componist: Tangarine
Uitgever: ?
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Taal: Engels
Beschikbaar op: Live prom (2005)

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