Loom 歌词

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