Paroles de Pilgrims

Black cat crossed our path On little fog feet There's crows riding beside my window We left superstition on the roadside A few cities ago They spent our souls, maybe But they didn't take our smiles We listen, we shake, the radio There's a sweet corn princess smiling To the words on the glass Remember we stopped for tamales last time? But now the lights from the town Are fading with radio There's another song playing And we can hear it In the wind outside We listen, we shake to the radio We listen, to the radio Little black kitty crossed our path Wearing little fog feet And the crows they're just drifters Through my window Late night cities lights are growing sharper And there's another song I see pouring from the look In your eyes We listen, we shake to the radio We listen, we shake, to the radio, radio