Grant Squire
Black Cats Crossing
In my mind there's black cats crossing,I'm turning and I'm tossing'round and 'round in bedAnd the sheets are all a-tangled,My conscience all a-scrambled,remembering what you saidHalf the time, you have me feeling like a thief,that my presence did you harm.The other half, I just shrug it off and laughbecause you welcomed it with open armsHalf the time, you have me feeling like a fool,like a dangling marionette.The other half, I know there are no strings attached andI carry no regretsIn my mind, there's blackbirds crowing,sliding 'cross the skyline,fading out of viewAnd I feel a weight is lifting,now that I am drifting farther 'way from youHalf the time, you have me feeling like a fool,like a dangling marionette.The other half, I know there are no strings attached andI carry no regrets
From Letras Mania