Testo di Louise

Braid your pretty fingers into mine, cat’s cradle Stretch your arms overhead too far Arch them into a doorway to that impossible blue You slip through unafraid to a much darker shade That’s the color of your name, Louise We’ll make a steak knife’s journey to the center of a hornets’ nest And emerge through the doorway of that impossible blue Where the day turns to night and the night into morning Our silhouettes resplendent, now formidable 3-D That’s the power, that is the power That is the power of our love, Louise I never knew and so I weep That you could hold a piece of light That you believed into being Believed to life and let it breathe So braid your pretty fingers into mine Darling, darling