Don Conoscenti - She is the Language | Текст песни

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i know a woman. she's simply a woman
sometimes it seems i don't know anything else
she is the language, i'm fond of speaking
but i can't interpret her all by myself

in my shirt pocket, i have her picture
it's torn on the edges, colors fading green
don't that dress do her justice?
don't her smile show sweet emotion?
hers are the brownest eyes i have ever seen

i hope she's happy. i hope she's not only
a shadow on my wall, ghost in my memory
she is the language, i'm fond of speaking
but this old photograph has grown tired of me

Credits:
DonCon: all instruments, lead vocal
Pierce Pettis: other vocal

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