She's The Softest Sound In London
Idy Lyrics
She's The Softest Sound In London Lyrics
She's The Softest Sound In London by Idy
As these porcelain clouds dismantle
Into shards of our affection
Raining on our secret scandal
With a photo inside the cover
Of her bible, of her lover
She talks to God, but not her parents
And I'm so in love with her appearance
Ooh, Ooh Ooh La La
When she holds my hand
I can't, can't, can't, just can't seem to catch my breath
While I fall headfirst into the pavement
It feels as if all my reason has left
And, I couldn't tell her...
Can't you feel the tinge of sickness
As it's seeping through your bloodstream
You're warm as breath in December
Yet you remain so serene
I won't be home before I miss you
You're in my thoughts like a plague
A drug to my every function
Honey, you're a state of grace
And I don't know why I would doubt you,
Nothing feels the same without you...
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