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