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
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