May I Call You Beatrice Lyrics - Wild Strawberries

Just a little thought in the head of the one 

With the sunburnt cheeks and the eyes to the ground 

Making earwaxed tongue-tied gutter sounds 

Thinking of the lost rib, dialing the indelible 

Thinking the unthinkable, no one's home 

And the eyes say, I don't believe we've met 

I don't believe you've had the privilege 

I don't believe we've met 

When the wind, when the wind, when the wind blows cold 

And the eyes of the child grow old 

When the erratic conga rises and falls 

Above the faithful metronome 

You can take me back to the gravestone 

See her strain from the weight of the globe 

Spinning around his assumptions, barefoot and tight lipped 

He in his favourite chair, blowing his world around 

First she's Beatrice then she's a pumpkin 

Then she's a faded leaf in a book on his pantry shelf 

When the wind, when the wind, when the wind blows cold 

And the eyes of the child grow old 

When the erratic conga rises and falls 

Above the faithful metronome 

You can take me back to the gravestone 

The head sees the hand play with the ring in the pocket 

And the head knows the hand knows the ring is as round 

As the tear-soaked shoulder in a room in another town 

And the ring is getting heavy and so is the crown 

Which she drags to the chair feebly to keep the swelling down 

When the wind, when the wind, when the wind blows cold 

And the eyes of the child grow old 

When the erratic conga rises and falls 

Above the faithful metronome 

You can take me back to the gravestone 

When the bird in the bush is worth two in the hand 

And the empty cage holds the empty man 

The bird keeps flying from the orgoglian rising 

And the phone keeps ringing and the phone keeps ringing 

And the ring keeps slipping and the phone 

And the phone keeps on ringing 

And he's thinking about the one who got away 

And he's thinking about the one who got away 

And he's thinking about the one who got away 

And he's thinking about the one who got away 

And he's thinking and he's thinking 

Whatchu thinking?