Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song World Of Strange Design , by - Rosanne Cash. Song from the album The River & The Thread, in the genre КантриRelease date: 31.12.2012
Record label: Blue Note
Song language: English
World Of Strange Design |
| Well you’re not from around here |
| You’re probably not our kind |
| It’s hot from March to Christmas |
| And other things you’ll find |
| Won’t fit your old ideas |
| They’re a line in shifting sands |
| You’ll walk across a ghostly bridge |
| To a crumbling promised land |
| If Jesus came from Mississippi |
| If tears began to rhyme |
| I guess I’ll start at the beginning |
| It’s a world of strange design |
| Well I’d like to have the ocean |
| But I settled for the rain |
| I humbly asked for true love |
| There was such a price to pay |
| This room was filled with trouble |
| And sacraments deceived |
| Now I’m a jewel in the shade |
| Of his weeping willow tree |
| If Jesus came from Mississippi |
| If tears began to rhyme |
| I’ll have to go back to the beginning |
| In this world of strange design |
| We talk about your drinking |
| But not about your thirst |
| You set off through the minefield |
| Like you were rounding first |
| So open up a window |
| And hand the baby through |
| Point her towards the ghostly bridge |
| And she’ll know what to do |