Текст песни Dishwater Blonde (Willy Porter) с переводом

I see them argue

The way that we used to

He’s got his head in his heads

She’s staring at her shoes

Her spirits talking but her body’s standing in the way

Her spirits talking…

We were thieves under that blanket

Like magnet poles

Pulling out the poison

From deep within our soles

I was a blind man

Reading your body like Braille

I was a blind man

I thought I heard you say

Something beautiful in your own way

You were softening

Floating on the breeze

Of my memories

We live with our eyes half open

The sun spinning 'round the room

In the wisdom of words unspoken

You said

Something beautiful in your own way

Something truthful

You were softening

Floating on the breeze

Of my memories

Something beautiful

Something truthful

I hear a softening

Floating on the breeze

Of my memories

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