Tigers Lyrics - Rickie Lee Jones

The tigers come at four 

Shaped like the curtain and the floor 

Like the stars they once were wild and cold 

Your turn to see me 

I cant believe its really you 

Sharpening your teeth on my low womb 

Playing with tigers 

Chasing the lampshade with my toes 

Playing with tigers 

Till I find out where it goes 

You check your clothes 

You come and lay with me a while 

In the theater of dream 

We are sleeping in the aisle 

Wind climbs up the brick 

Carrying brightly colored ghosts 

They play on you with 

The light from the street below 

Playing with tigers 

Chasing the lamp with my toes 

Playing with tigers 

Until I find out where it goes 

Where it goes, where it goes, I tried to leave you 

But you sent all the cars to bring me back 

Tigers are falling like paper on our parade 

Tigers, tigers 

And the mail blowing out of the mailbox 

Down the street, yeah, yeah 

Tigers 

I cant tell you anymore than that 

Ill tell you tomorrow when the train comes 

Tomorrow when the train comes