The Colorist Orchestra, Emiliana Torrini - Caterpillar

Текст песни

The hem of her dress spills over
What covers the seat
And flutters in the breeze like
Caterpillars on a leaf
Hair the hue of lions
Beaches dried by morning suns
Promise you will write me a poem
Of who I am 'for sadness comes
Oh, it comes in slow slow whispers
When it comes feels like long long winters
She placed her hand in the sun and
With her shadow smoothed me down
Turn your mind down low now
Hold me close 'for madness comes
Oh, it comes in slow slow whispers
When it comes feels like long long winters
Let it come in slow slow whispers
Let it come with its long long winters