Letra de Little Sister
I wanna be with you where no one knows us
How the tables have turned now I've grown up
Wanna feel your skin, your hair, your nails, your tongue, your throat
Wanna feel the fear I should have felt if I'd known more
No audience, no stage
No theatre of pain
Or the paranoia about the girl who loved you
You won't say her name
Wanna spin out to your house on my four wheels
Kicking dust up from the archive of that bad dream
Little sister on her axis, no heartbeat
Should have stopped it if I had known
That the mother shouldn't bleed
No audience, no stage
No theatrе of pain
Or the paranoia about the girl who loved you
You won't say hеr name
Catch you panting in the doorway in a reverie
Let Auburn Street fill with milky stars and baby teeth
No, it never really was that way between us
Five long trips around the sun, and still your burning was the one
No audience, no stage
No theatre of pain
Or the paranoia about the girl who died for you
You won't say her name
Wanna rip right through you, hurricane, heart attack
Let the wind, that cosmic drummer, at those cold brass flanks
What's it mean, the line between where we've been and where we're at?
There's no punctuated healing, just the rough road back
To the ocean and the plain
The kindness of the rain
And the gentle voice of someone who loves you
Intoning your name
How the tables have turned now I've grown up
Wanna feel your skin, your hair, your nails, your tongue, your throat
Wanna feel the fear I should have felt if I'd known more
No audience, no stage
No theatre of pain
Or the paranoia about the girl who loved you
You won't say her name
Wanna spin out to your house on my four wheels
Kicking dust up from the archive of that bad dream
Little sister on her axis, no heartbeat
Should have stopped it if I had known
That the mother shouldn't bleed
No audience, no stage
No theatrе of pain
Or the paranoia about the girl who loved you
You won't say hеr name
Catch you panting in the doorway in a reverie
Let Auburn Street fill with milky stars and baby teeth
No, it never really was that way between us
Five long trips around the sun, and still your burning was the one
No audience, no stage
No theatre of pain
Or the paranoia about the girl who died for you
You won't say her name
Wanna rip right through you, hurricane, heart attack
Let the wind, that cosmic drummer, at those cold brass flanks
What's it mean, the line between where we've been and where we're at?
There's no punctuated healing, just the rough road back
To the ocean and the plain
The kindness of the rain
And the gentle voice of someone who loves you
Intoning your name
