Famous Blue Raincoat – Damien Rice – letras

It’s four in the morningThe end of DecemberI’m writing you nowTo see if you’re betterNew York was coldBut I like where I’m livingThere’s music on Clinton StreetAll through the eveningI hear that you’re buildingYour little houseDeep in the desertYou’re living for nothing nowI hope you’re keepingSome kind of recordYes andJane came by with a lock of your hairShe said that you gave it to herThat night that you planned to go clearDid you ever go clear?The last time I saw youYou looked so much olderYour famous blue raincoatWas torn at the shoulderYou’d been to the stationTo meet every trainYou came home aloneWithout Lili MarleneYou treated my womanTo a flake of your lifeAnd when she came backShe was nobody’s wifeWell I see youThere with a rose in your teethJust one more thin gypsy thiefI see Jane’s awake nowShe sends her regardsWhat can I tell youMy brother my killerWhat can I possibly sayI guess that Imiss youI guess I forgive youI’m glad you stood in my wayIf you ever come by hereFor Jane or for meYour enemy is sleeping nowAnd his woman is freeThanks for the trouble you tookFrom her eyesI thought it was there for goodSo I never triedJame came by with a lock of your hairShe said that you gave it to herOn the night that you planned to go clearSincerely, L Cohen