paroles de chanson Pearl - Adam Faucett

Cloudy cloudy and the mother of pearl
Run the tears down the cheeks I wear
I'm praying that the riddle of high tide
Will pull me in, dry my eyes
Turn me loose, never let me go
Draw my face in the stars we know
I feel violent but I'm letting it all go
Forever these old lows. Oooh.
Ran my mouth and I chewed my teeth
I let ya fuck me like New Orleans
Drop me cold as the dark of the old deep
Tearing through indescriminately
Too hot to dry my bloody hair
Stopped waiting on my my gri gri girl
I'm praying that the riddle of high tide
Will pull me down into her side
Pull me in and dry my eyes. Oooh.
Somebody's about to break my fall
Somebody better call my momma
Somebody better take this gun
Somebody just tell her it's over
Somebody about to break my fall
Somebody better call my momma
Somebody better take this gun
Somebody just tell her it's over

Don't tell her that I fell this way
Just tell her not to cry or worry
Don't tell her that I fell this way
Just tell her not to cry or worry

Oooh. Oooh. Oooh. Oooh.