against the garden gates
and your voice becomes clairvoyant
doves lift you give your last
we're in wavelengths for an evening
i'm breaking up slowly
see my face under electric lights
and hold me there in silver thread
lately i've been leaving
no one has what they wanted
and your voice becomes clairvoyant
doves lift you give your last
we're in wavelengths for an evening
i'm breaking up slowly
see my face under electric lights
and hold me there in silver thread
lately i've been leaving
no one has what they wanted