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Rosemary (BBC Live Session)

歌曲	Rosemary (BBC Live Session)
歌手	Gomez
专辑	Abandoned Shopping Trolley Hotline

	Do you remember when you walked with me
	Down the street into the square?
	How the women selling rosemary
	Pressed the branches to your chest,
	Promised luck and all the rest,
	And put their fingers in your hair?
	I had met you just the day before,
	Like an accident of fate,
	In the window there behind your door.
	How i wanted to break in
	To that room beneath your skin,
	But all that would have to wait.
	In the carmen of the martyrs,
	With the statues in the courtyard
	Whose heads and hands were taken,
	In the burden of the sun;
	I had come to meet you
	With a question in my footsteps.
	I was going up the hillside
	And the journey just begun.
	My sister says she never dreams at night
	There are days when i know why;
	Those possibilities within her sight,
	With no way of coming true.
	Some things just don＇t get through
	Into this world , although they try.
	In the carmen of the martyrs,
	With the statues in the courtyard
	Whose heads and hands were taken,
	In the burden of the sun;
	I had come to meet you
	With a question in my footsteps.
	I was going up the hillside
	And the journey just begun.
	All i know of you
	Is in my memory
	All i ask is you
	Remember me.

	Do you remember when you walked with me
	Down the street into the square?
	How the women selling rosemary
	Pressed the branches to your chest,
	Promised luck and all the rest,
	And put their fingers in your hair?
	I had met you just the day before,
	Like an accident of fate,
	In the window there behind your door.
	How i wanted to break in
	To that room beneath your skin,
	But all that would have to wait.
	In the carmen of the martyrs,
	With the statues in the courtyard
	Whose heads and hands were taken,
	In the burden of the sun
	I had come to meet you
	With a question in my footsteps.
	I was going up the hillside
	And the journey just begun.
	My sister says she never dreams at night
	There are days when i know why
	Those possibilities within her sight,
	With no way of coming true.
	Some things just don t get through
	Into this world , although they try.
	In the carmen of the martyrs,
	With the statues in the courtyard
	Whose heads and hands were taken,
	In the burden of the sun
	I had come to meet you
	With a question in my footsteps.
	I was going up the hillside
	And the journey just begun.
	All i know of you
	Is in my memory
	All i ask is you
	Remember me.