Kiss My Jazz - tropic of cancer lyrics

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<b>tropic of cancer</b> by <i>Kiss My Jazz</i><br />She came from the south, straight into my kitchen

Head fucked and filled with doubt

And without a point of direction

She felt sad and I was counting the beats of my heart

One, two three, four....

Untill it broke

She said its like a tropic of cancer

And I'm pretty sure she stole it from a Henry Miller novel

A book he wrote in France?

In Paris in the thirties I guess

She cried

And still she moves my way

And still she comes my way

She cried: 'Why do I always hurt the ones I love'

Its like an Elvis in the soul

High above me

A deep and intense fear

High above me

Her hands healing

High above me

And it started coming down

Yeah, it started coming down, now.

And still she moves my way

And still she comes my way

With those stealing eyes

She got stealing eyes

There's an illness in my soul

There's an illness in my soul

There's a fever in my mind

The disease is in my bones

The disease is.......

It gets to you in the deep of the night

And still she comes my way

When you are sad and lonely

And even the touch of her

Fingertips on your elbow would do

And even the sounds of her footsteps in the hall would do

And even her breath on my face would do

Everything would do you know

Now she dances around that hall

And I've seen her wearing that dress before

It's a tropic of cancer

In the soul

(c) Kiss My Jazz

Lyrics by Rudy Trouvé and Mark Meyers