Snow Cherries from France
Tori Amos - 《Gold Dust》
Snow Cherries From France
I knew a boy who would Not share his bike
Oh but he let me go sailing
I swore that I Could survive any storm
"Can you launch rockets from here?"
Boy I've done it for years
And when I promised my hand
Never leaving his own bck garden
Oh but he let me go sailing
You question me "Can you ride anything?"
Lord do you mean like your mood swings
Invaders and Traders with The best intentions
"They look like pirates from here"
Boy I've been one for years
And when I promised my head
Never leaving his own bck garden
Oh but he let me go sailing
And then one day he said "Girl it's been nice
Oh but I have to go sailing"
That did not match his eyes