Jeff Lyrics - Singles - Damhnait Doyle

a shooting star in the sky 

stopped to ask your name 

but you didn't give an answer 

always afraid of fame 

you're a clip in the paper 

you're a picture in her living room and 

your scent is vaguely familiar 

to her who cradled you in her womb 

the magnet mississippi stole your breath 

as you sunk into it's lonely depths 

this final image of you freezes 

where you're surrounded by jewels and missing pieces 

you're a clip in the paper 

you're a picture in her living room and 

your scent is vaguely familiar 

to her who cradled you in her womb 

sometimes the daydreams are worse then the nightmares 

for in the night at least you reappear 

you may be voiceless, disfigured, disadvantaged, but you're here 

you're a clip in the paper 

you're a picture in her living room and 

your scent is vaguely familiar 

to her who cradled you in her womb