Female Tribute To Tom Waits, Vol.3 (CD1) (2008) - 13 - Blue Valentines | Текст песни

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• Female Tribute To Tom Waits, Vol.3 (CD1) (2008)
• 13 - Blue Valentines

She sends me blue valentines
All the way from Philadelphia
To mark the anniversary
Of someone that I used to be
And it feels like a warrant
Is out for my arrest
Baby, you got me checkin' in my rearview mirror
That's why I'm always on the run
It's why I changed my name
And I didn't think you'd ever find me here

To send me blue valentines
Like half forgotten dreams
Like a pebble in my shoe
As I walk these streets
And the ghost of your memory
Baby, it's the thistle in the kiss
It's the burglar that can break a rose's neck
It's the tatooed broken promise
I gotta hide beneath my sleeve
I'm gonna see you every time I turn my back

Oh, you send me blue valentines
Though I try to remain at large
They're insisting that our love must have a eulogy
Why do I save all this madness
Here in the nightstand drawer
There to haunt 'pon my shoulders
Baby, I know I'd be luckier
Тo walk around everywhere I go
With this blind and broken heart
That sleeps beneath my lapel

Instead these blue valentines
To remind me of my cardinal sin
I can never wash the guilt
Or get these bloodstains off my hands
And it takes a whole lot of whiskey
To make these nightmares go away
And I cut my bleedin' heart out every night
And I'm gonna die just a little more
On each St. Valentine's day
Don't you remember I promised I would write you

These blue valentines
Blue valentines
Blue valentines

Blue Valentines She sends me blue valentines
All the way from Philadelphia
To mark the anniversary
Of someone that I used to be
And it feels just like there's
A warrant out for my arrest
Got me checkin' in my rearview mirror
And I'm always on the run
That’s why I change my name
And I didn't think you'd ever find me here

To send me blue valentines
Like half forgotten dreams
like a pebble in my shoe
As I walk these streets
And the ghost of your memory
Is the thistle in the kiss
And the burglar that that can break a roses neck
it's the tattooed broken promise
That I hide beneath my sleeve
And I see you every time I turn my back

She sends me blue valentines
Though I try to remain at large
They're insisting that our love
must have a culogy
Why do I save all of this madness
In the nightstand drawer
There to haunt upon my shoulders
Baby I know i'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go
With a blind and broken heart that sleeps beneath my lapel

She sends me blue valentines
To remind me of my cardinal sin
I can never wash the guilt
Or get these bloodstains off my hands
And it takes a lot of whiskey
to make these nightmares go away
And I cut my bleedin' heart out every nite
And I die a little more on each st. valentine day
Remember that I promised I would write you these blue valentines