Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Byrd Joel, artist - Red House Painters.
Date of issue: 10.04.2006
Song language: English
Byrd Joel |
My baby sleeps in blue |
Warm and naked pale and pretty |
I feel the seventh wave |
Of the ocean in the motion |
I feel a brand new sickness |
Coming over me like a storm |
Used to feel so good beside her |
There next to her my arm around her |
She fell like flowers |
Petals where carried out on my old wind |
Landed down in the centre of this |
Lonely white grip of winter |
She brought these gifts of love |
I carried down in my pocket |
I set then on my shelves |
And on the night stand by my bed |
She sleeps and won’t come back again |
From pretty dreams that keep her |
My baby won’t back again |
I feel so lost without her |
I hear your magic voice on the |
Analogue of this machine |
I hear the smoothest talk of the |
Coolest transparent star field |
Will there be any danger if |
Our talk is under this roof? |
And can you know a stranger |
So quickly under this moon? |
So go away come back again |
I’ll shut you out I’ll pull you in |
Don’t go away come back again |
I feel so lost |
She sleeps in royal blue |
And the room down past the big dry desert |
The sense of music there |
And hope reaches you |
And gets you past the motions of |
Goodbyes … (???) |
And pulls the deepest winter out of this |
Lonely white crippled winter |
She sleeps and won’t come back again |
From pretty dreams that keep her |
My baby won’t come back again |
I am so lost without her |
So go away come back again |
I shut you out I pull you in |
Don’t go away, come back again |
I feel so lost |