Brisa Roche
The Mummy
Wrapped up like a mummyI go spinning-down the winter streetWith a stupid heart saying your name at every beatA silly halo of breathingHand in my big coat lostYou know when you try to have everythingThere is a costCar horns blow from the sideIcy are the little tears I criedAnd above, the devil-wind is holleringA song, cold and dry"I don't even miss youRock'n roll babyI'm better here stumblingBetter aloneI don't want to kiss youRock'n roll babyI hold up my handAnd pretend it's a phoneWith my hand to my earI'm stumbling dearPretending your voice is my own"
From Letras Mania