歌曲 | Your Tongue Like the Sun in My Mouth |
歌手 | Sophie B. Hawkins |
专辑 | Timbre |
I met a woman from another time | |
I couldn't think | |
But a drink from her eyes | |
Was like water to wine | |
She wet my dreams with her distinctive mind | |
I search the desert for a treasure | |
And a measure of life denied | |
I'm driven by cars and guitars and her voice | |
Ripping up and down my spine | |
And now I'm giving my life for her sight | |
To be mine | |
And in her presence | |
My fate unwinds | |
For when her essence | |
Draws me too near | |
I can taste her with tears | |
On my tongue | |
Like the sun | |
In my mouth. | |
I met a man who kicked my front door down | |
He blew in with the Santa Ana winds | |
And a half cocked hound | |
He fits my body like a one horse town | |
And I was drunk like a vagabond on his street | |
And I lay face down | |
And I rode his joy like a child on a merry-go-round | |
I was young in his eyes | |
I was sweet on his thighs | |
I was profound | |
I was shot like a free bird in flight | |
To the ground. | |
I woke this morning from a deadly dream | |
He was my lover he was my filler | |
He was my chocolate-colored killer | |
He was me | |
I'm built to run | |
My will is to deceive | |
But you penetrate severely | |
I am walking insecurely | |
On my knees | |
And I will wait through Winter, Spring and Summer | |
If you'll Fall in love with me | |
I will dance so slowly | |
You will hardly know I | |
Breathe | |
From Rome | |
To Madrid | |
To Paris | |
On the breeze | |
My scent will find you | |
Lost by degrees | |
From time to time you’ll | |
Sing | |
With my lips | |
Or my hands | |
On your hips | |
Or my tongue | |
Like the sun | |
In your mouth |
I met a woman from another time | |
I couldn' t think | |
But a drink from her eyes | |
Was like water to wine | |
She wet my dreams with her distinctive mind | |
I search the desert for a treasure | |
And a measure of life denied | |
I' m driven by cars and guitars and her voice | |
Ripping up and down my spine | |
And now I' m giving my life for her sight | |
To be mine | |
And in her presence | |
My fate unwinds | |
For when her essence | |
Draws me too near | |
I can taste her with tears | |
On my tongue | |
Like the sun | |
In my mouth. | |
I met a man who kicked my front door down | |
He blew in with the Santa Ana winds | |
And a half cocked hound | |
He fits my body like a one horse town | |
And I was drunk like a vagabond on his street | |
And I lay face down | |
And I rode his joy like a child on a merrygoround | |
I was young in his eyes | |
I was sweet on his thighs | |
I was profound | |
I was shot like a free bird in flight | |
To the ground. | |
I woke this morning from a deadly dream | |
He was my lover he was my filler | |
He was my chocolatecolored killer | |
He was me | |
I' m built to run | |
My will is to deceive | |
But you penetrate severely | |
I am walking insecurely | |
On my knees | |
And I will wait through Winter, Spring and Summer | |
If you' ll Fall in love with me | |
I will dance so slowly | |
You will hardly know I | |
Breathe | |
From Rome | |
To Madrid | |
To Paris | |
On the breeze | |
My scent will find you | |
Lost by degrees | |
From time to time you' ll | |
Sing | |
With my lips | |
Or my hands | |
On your hips | |
Or my tongue | |
Like the sun | |
In your mouth |