Clean White Love — Lisa Mitchell: текст песни

I left the keys in the car I left the door ajar I didn't want to be alone

These are the days and the nights At these sweet humbling heights And I know it used to be home

Well whisk me away I'll be yours for a day In heavenly fields we can roam

Woah oh oh you're my clean white love Woah oh oh you're my clean white love What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing to me? What are you doing to my head? Woah oh oh you're my clean white love Woah oh oh you're too clean white love I gave my heart on the morning of November 6th Oh everybody's looking for a fix

Sell me a sign I'll cut the telephone line Just to keep expectations alive

Oh you're bleeding me dry But the feeling is blind So I climbed up your looking device

Sell me it straight Oh it might be too late To keep on breaking the rules

In this nervous disease There's a cure I need Let the medecine get to the bone

Remember this place Leave it up to the fate Is it true that it's kind do be cruel, cruel

Woah oh oh you're my clean white love Woah oh oh you're too clean white love What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing to me? What are you doing to my head?

Gave my heart on the morning of November 6th Now everybody's looking for a fix