Robin Holcomb - Electrical Storm lyrics

rate me

Woman with

A child's dress on

Long hair

Drapes the arm

That cradles a daughter

Who would sleep

Blacks eyes open

And beating

But is afraid

Little cat

His hair set on end

Bolts from a sleeping coil

At a sound that you know

You have heard in your dreams

O, come

To the window my darling

Your heart repeats my own

These long rooms are dark

The might not much brighter

From here we can watch the road

A small man is catching

The hot knife that flies

O, hush little baby, you're crying

And your tears taste like the rain

Woman with

A child's dress on

Long hair

Drapes the arm

That cradles a daughter

Who would sleep

Blacks eyes open

And beating

But is afraid