Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Curse, artist - Josh Ritter. Album song So Runs The World Away, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 03.05.2010
Record label: Josh Ritter
Song language: English
The Curse |
He opens his eyes, falls in love at first sight |
With the girl in the doorway |
What beautiful lines, how full of life |
After thousands of years, what a face to wake up to |
He holds back a sigh as she touches his arm |
She dusts off the bed where 'til now he’s been sleeping |
Under miles of stone, the dried fig of his heart |
Under scarab and bone starts back to its beating |
She carries him home in a beautiful boat |
He watches the sea from a porthole in stowage |
He can hear all she says as she sits by his bed |
Then one day his lips answer her in her own language |
The days quickly pass, he loves making her laugh |
The first time he moves, it’s her hair that he touches |
She asks, «Are you cursed?» |
He says, «I think that I’m cured» |
Then he talks of the Nile and the girls in bullrushes |
In New York, he is laid in a glass-covered case |
He pretends he is dead, people crowd round to see him |
But each night she comes 'round and the two wander down |
The halls of the tomb that she calls a museum |
Often he stops to rest, but then less and less |
Then it’s her that looks tired, staying up asking questions |
He learns how to read from the papers that she |
Is writing about him and he makes corrections |
It’s his face on her book, more and more come to look |
Families from Iowa, upper Westsiders |
Then one day it’s too much, he decides to get up |
And as chaos ensues, he walks outside to find her |
She is using a cane and her face looks too pale |
But she’s happy to see him, as they walk he supports her |
She asks, «Are you cursed?» |
but his answer’s obscured |
In a sandstorm of flashbulbs and rowdy reporters |
Such reanimation, the two tour the nation |
He gets out of limos, he meets other women |
He speaks of her fondly, their nights in the museum |
But she’s just one more rag now he’s dragging behind him |
She stops going out, she just lies there in bed |
In hotels in whatever towns they are speaking |
Then her face starts to set and her hands start to fold |
And one day the dry fig of her heart stops its beating |
Long ago on the ship, she asked «Why pyramids?» |
He said, «Think of them as an immense invitation» |
She asked, «Are you cursed?» |
He said, «I think that I’m cured» |
Then he kissed her and hoped that she’d forget that question |