Tác giả : Roches, The
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A dove 
Settled on the sill 
And i called my cat 
 
Love 
If looks could kill 
And that was that 
 
The glass 
Of the windowpane 
And away she flew 
 
Over the grass 
Glistenin' in the rain 
And on out of view 
 
Over the buildings 
Stone (w)rote cages 
Where people live 
 
Over the gilded 
Old outrages 
That we can't forgive 
 
The moon 
Hangin' in the sky 
Like a copper pan 
 
A tune 
Welling in her eye 
Goin' through cheyenne 
 
The wing 
Of an aeroplane 
And away she flew 
 
To sing 
Searing in her brain 
Your point of view 
 
Over the mountains 
Changing seasons 
And the falling leaves 
 
Long ago countin' 
Damn good reasons 
Colors she believes 
 
The phone 
Ringin' off the hook 
Like a magic wand 
 
My own 
Let me take a look 
In the polluted pond 
 
Escapes 
Aren't all that bad 
And away she threw 
 
The tapes 
And any chance she had 
Of returning to 
 
Over the heartache 
Lucid dreaming 
Of the lost way out 
 
And if we are awake 
Who's that screaming 
What it's all about