Текст песни Caroline Jones - Ezra Furman

She′s cold and she's lovely
My bird in the snow
She went to my high school
Her hazel eyes shone
Emotional sickness
I felt in my bones
It never was spoken
But Caroline knows
Now I′m living under a mountain of trash
She gives me a signal
I'm there in a flash
My record collection has swallowed me whole
I'm sending a postcard to Caroline Jones
We spoke in December
We spoke on the phone
She told me the same thing
I′d already known
I′m here in the darkness
That's blacker than coal
I′m sending a postcard to Caroline Jones
It's totally useless
To try and resist
My heart is an ice cube
I′m learning the twist
It's torn up and twisted
Since she and Jone kissed
I′m waiting in the shadow
I'm clenchin my fists
The radio's broken
A static-y storm
I′m searching the airwaves
I′m tryna keep warm
We spoke in December
We spoke on the phone
We're talking in circles
We′re talking in tones
I'm telling you something
I heard on the phone
I′m telling you nothing
I haven't told Jone
My hard heart is pumping
My money′s all gone
I'm sending a postcard
To Caroline Jones