Ode To Eva Cassidy Lyrics - Singles - Clark Kent Phone Booth

I was tryin to walk Giants Causeway all alone 

You were reading at dawn your Szymborskas poems 

While the autumn would ash 

On your mothers carpet 

And the idiots parade 

Somehow still raised a blast 

Mirror cried, cried, cried 

Off a blue room 

Off a blue room 

As the cello player threw his bow to the sky 

Swear I saw the statues cry 

Made a paper boat with my fathers funeral bill 

Heard those cars hiss by your windows eyes 

But my glance had no more thrill 

You were playin barefoot in some underpass 

Perfect as a morning on the beach of Carmel 

And lilies died, died, died 

CHORUS 

There were more thorns than roses in the deputees speech 

So wed get to the garden to kiss our own gravity 

But the only four we ever saw breed 

Were the ones that we drank from the bottle indeed 

I could feel your own breathing in the pause of your lyrics 

I may roam in the corners of your sleep and your dreaming 

Colors cried, cried, every color cried 

Off your blue room 

Off your blue room 

Swear I, swear I, swear I saw the statues cry 

Wait for happiness 

Was the joy itself