Desdemona Lyrics - Singles - Sort Sol

Went down your street on a cool summer night 

could not believe my ears were they right 

Sounds heading. Nowhere bound 

I couldn't make my feet turn around 

They say the earth shakes under your window 

When you twist every word around town 

Standing by your little red telephone 

Endless rain on the line 

Des - de - mo - na - Have you decided - 

Who are you today 

Cat from Brazil or eighty miles away 

Bubbles from your mouth surely bland 

Like answers I can't understand 

Des - de - mo - na - Desdemona Scarlett 

Wawes her head over me 

Desdemona Scarlett 

Shows me the bottle 

Says: "It'll give you more" 

I pick up the bottle 

it brings me to the floor 

I pick up the bottle 

No time to be born