Everybody looks so ill at ease, so distrustful so displeased Running down the table I see a borderline Like a barbed wire fence, strung tight, strung
The story hit the news from coast to coast They said you beat the girl you loved the most Your charitable acts seemed out of place And the beauty with
Last chance lost In the tyranny of a long goodbye Last chance lost We talk of us with deadly earnest eyes Last chance lost We talk of love in terms of
Make 'em nice and normal Make 'em nice and neat You see him with his shotgun there Bloodied in the wheat Oh what do you know about Living in Turbulent Indigo
She pulls the shade, it's just another sunny Sunday She dodges the light like Blanche DuBois Bright colors fade away on such a sunny Sunday She waits
Make 'em nice and normal Make 'em nice and neat You see him with his shotgun there? Bloodied in the wheat? Oh what do you know about Living in Turbulent Indigo
Käännös: Mitchell, Joni. Turbulentti Indigo.
: She pulls the shade; It's just another sunny Sunday She dodges the light like Blanche DuBois Bright colors fade away on such a sunny Sunday; She waits
: I pulled up behind a Cadillac; We were waiting for the light; And I took a look at his license plate- It said, "Just Ice." Is justice just ice? Governed
: I was an unmarried girl I'd just turned twenty-seven When they sent me to the sisters For the way men looked at me Branded as a jezebel I knew I was
: The story hit the news From coast to coast They said you beat the girl You loved the most Your charitable acts Seemed out of place With the beauty
: Everybody looks so ill at ease So distrustful so displeased Running down the table I see a borderline Like a barbed wire fence Strung tight, strung
: He met her in a French cafe She slipped in sideways like a cat Sidelong glances What a wary little stray! She sticks in his mind like that Saying, "
: Last chance lost- In the tyranny of a long good-bye Last chance lost- We talk of us with deadly earnest eyes Last chance lost- We talk of love in terms
: Let me speak, let me spit out my bitterness- Born of grief and nights without sleep and festering flesh Do you have eyes? Can you see like mankind
: (Dan Hartman and Charlie Midnight) Hard bodies Soft emotions So fast So smart The world is at your feet But what about your heart? Fame and fortune
