Sort Sol Desdemona
Went down your street on a cool summer night could not believe my ears were they right Sounds heading. Nowhere bound I couldn't make my feet turn around They say the earth shakes under your window When you twist every word around town Standing by your little red telephone Endless rain on the line Des - de - mo - na - Have you decided - Who are you today Cat from Brazil or eighty miles away Bubbles from your mouth surely bland Like answers I can't understand Des - de - mo - na - Desdemona Scarlett Wawes her head over me Desdemona Scarlett Shows me the bottle Says: "It'll give you more" I pick up the bottle it brings me to the floor I pick up the bottle No time to be born
