Paroles de Loom

Indian summer Keeps shoving September aside Every evening The circling birds just can't seem to decide Smoke from the factories Freeways and cigarettes climb Like the thread on a loom Weaving wool with the clouds in the sky When I look into your eyes Is when I fall into paradise Wrecking ball crushing Through everything left in its path Muscle memory melodies Living in bricks and stained glass Shattered and wasted On too-good-to-be-true returns So we sleepwalk the great halls Where all of our memories burn When I look into your eyes Is when I fall into paradise When I hear your songbird voice Is when I'm freed from all the other noise When I look into your eyes Is when I fall into paradise When I hear your songbird voice Is when I'm freed from all the other noise