Jeff – Damhnait Doyle – letras

a shooting star in the skystopped to ask your namebut you didn’t give an answeralways afraid of fameyou’re a clip in the paperyou’re a picture in her living room andyour scent is vaguely familiarto her who cradled you in her wombthe magnet mississippi stole your breathas you sunk into it’s lonely depthsthis final image of you freezeswhere you’re surrounded by jewels and missing piecesyou’re a clip in the paperyou’re a picture in her living room andyour scent is vaguely familiarto her who cradled you in her wombsometimes the daydreams are worse then the nightmaresfor in the night at least you reappearyou may be voiceless, disfigured, disadvantaged, but you’re hereyou’re a clip in the paperyou’re a picture in her living room andyour scent is vaguely familiarto her who cradled you in her womb