Vārdi:
Arthur Joseph Big City Secret

hand And how the tide crashes on morning sand And you say Hey I don't understand You and your big city secret Big city secret How come we dance What

Tulkojums: Joseph Arthur. Big City Secret.

I squeeze the last bit of you Out of a bottle of your old shampoo It smells just like you Now I do too Rinse out my hair and wipe my eyes As your soap

You're the dessert brought burning in Bourbon To smiles & glazy widening eyes Extinguished by the breeze of hungry applause and the grabbed forks shine

You must destroy All who you employ To protect your last invention Work hard its destruction Ignore your good intention You must ignore the wrong voice

Your eyes are as big as a quarter when they're shining Your fingers reach down in my stomach lining Your voice sounds just like an alley cat is crying

A porcupine Crawling out from inside of your mind Like you growing a crown of thorns But you're no messiah You think more like a spider 'Cause guilty

I been next to you for a lifetime i been watching you from the start Always trying to keep yourself put together Always needing to fall apart You wanna