Next Time Around Lyrics - Fisherman's Woman - Emiliana Torrini

Then came question and it was about time 

The answer came back and it was long 

The house it was built by so men in rhyme 

But whatever came of his talented son 

Who wrote me a dialogue set a tune 

Always you told me of being alone 

Except for the stories about God and you 

And do you still live there, in Buffalo 

They put up the walls, no more to say 

Nobody stopped to ask why it was done 

The stream was too far and the rains to high 

So into the city the river did run 

Because of the architect the buildings fell down 

Smothered and drowned all the seeds that you sowed 

I wish I was somewhere but not in this town 

Maybe the ocean next time around 

I seem to remember the face and the name 

But if it's not you I don't care 

I know of changes, but nothing would change you 

To Theo the sailor who sings in his lair