Das Lied zum Sonntag

PJ Harvey - Catherine



Catherine De Barra
You've murdered my thinking,
Gave you my heart
You left the thing stinking.
I'd shake from your spell,
If it weren't for my drinking.
The wind bites more bitter,
With each light of morning.

I envy the road,
The ground you tread under.
I envy the wind,
Your hair riding over.
I envy the pillow,
Your head rests and slumbers.
I envy to murderous,
Envy your lover.

'Til the light shines on me
I damn to hell every second you breath
'Til the light shines on me
I damn to hell every second you breath

I envy the road,
The ground you tread under.
I envy the wind,
Your hair riding over.
I envy the pillow,
Your head rests and slumbers.
I envy to murderous,
Envy your lover.

'Til the light shines on me
I damn to hell every second you breath
'Til the light shines on me
I damn to hell every second you breath

'Til the light shines on me
I damn to hell every second you breath
'Til the light shines on me

Oh my Catherine
For your eyes smiling
For your mouth singing
With time I'd have won you
With wile I'd have won you

For your eyes smiling
For your mouth singing
With time I'd have won you
Oh my Catherine
With time I'd have won you
With wile I'd have won you

[auf "Is This Desire?", 1998]