Rickie Lee Jones

Tigers
The tigers come at four Shaped like the curtain and the floor Like the stars they once were wild and cold Your turn to see me I can't believe its really you Sharpening your teeth on my low womb Playing with tigers Chasing the lampshade with my toes Playing with tigers 'Til i find out where it goes You check your clothes You come and lay with me a while In the theater of dream We are sleeping in the aisle Wind climbs up the brick Carrying brightly colored ghosts They play on you with The light from the street below Playing with tigers Chasing the lamp with my toes Playing with tigers Until I find out where it goes Songtexte Where it goes, where it goes I tried to leave you But you sent all the cars to bring me back Tigers are falling like paper on our parade Tigers, tigers. And the mail blowing out of the mailbox Down the street, yeah yeah Tigers. I can't tell you anymore than that. I'll tell you tomorrow when the train comes. Tomorrow when the train comes Aus Songtexte Mania