Norah Jones Strange Transmissions
I believe, you say
Don't think, we stay
Drawn through the ebb
Lost in the flower
Beneath my breath, I confess
My world, loved less
The devil held the proof for me to know
I could only fight for the longest while
But with the truth out baby
I belong to you
I stoop, to find
My place, entwined
I took it to the bottom one more time
I could only fight for the longest while
But with the truth out baby
I belong to you
I could trip and I want you to know
Very time I think that I think I should go
I receive strange transmissions
