Текст песни Poetry by Dead Men - Sara Bareilles

By the time you hear this
I'll be in the rearview mirror
I'll even wear that green dress you like
So when I disappear
You can turn around
One last look at the girl you lost
And the time you took to make up your mind
Between two roads
Go and take some more time
But me and mine must go
I try to wait it out
No more, can't find the man I was waiting for
I wanted to be your girl
In a white t-shirt
Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon
While you read me poetry by dead men
I wanted to be your girl
With your hands on my skin
Stirring in the cinnamon
While you read me poetry by dead men
(While you read me poetry by dead men)
While you read me poetry by dead men
By the time you hear this
Who knows where I might be?
Singing 'bout another near miss
Love that ended incomplete
I was ready but you weren't
So jump with your net from this bridge you burned
I wanted to tell you things
All the secrets I've been keeping
I saw it in front of me
But then you just keep disappearing
A Good dream almost
Now I tell your ghost
I wanted to be your girl
In a white t-shirt
Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon
While you read me poetry by dead men
I wanted to be your girl
With your hands on my skin
Stirring in the cinnamon
While you read me poetry by dead men
(While you read me poetry by dead men)
While you read me poetry by dead men
Line after line
The words just left to remind
The two of us saw what we could've been
Poetry by dead men
Fire from embers
How can I make you remember?
With a turn of a phrase
Would you turn to me if I say
I still want to be your girl?
I still want to be your girl
In a white t-shirt
Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon
While you read me poetry by dead men
I wanted to be your girl
With your hands on my skin
Stirring in the cinnamon
While you read me poetry by dead men
(While you read me poetry by dead men)
While you read me poetry by dead men