Bird Song, Marissa Nadler. Complainte pleine d’attente et...

Bird Song, Marissa Nadler.

Complainte pleine d’attente et de solitude.

If I call your name at midnight 
You would not be there 
If I call your name at midnight 
Oh, you would not be there 
You said my name so sweetly 
Oh, the one time that you called 
Oh, you said my name so sweetly 
That I took my clothes all off 
Oh, the birds are calling 
And I do not believe for me 
Oh, the birds are calling 
And I do not believe for me 
Yes, I do not believe for me 
I thought I saw you walking 
With your trenchcoat in the rain 
Yes, I thought I saw you driving 
Down those streets past me again 
Yes, I drank the table under 
And I drank your bitter wine 
Yes, I drank the table under 
And I drank your bitter wine 
Oh, the bells are ringing 
And I do not believe for me 
Oh, the bells are ringing 
And I do not believe for me 
Yes, I do not believe for me 
I walk on every Monday 
With your memories so clear 
Yes, I walk on vagrant runways 
I think of how you’re near 

Peinture de la très magique Maggie Taylor, Something Completely Different.