Album: SIRENA (2002)





The way you arch your back

And comb your hair

The way you only come

When no-one else is there

The way you look like you might

know a secret

There's not a lot I can do

It's peculiarly you



Like the patron saint

Of some great cause

Clothes heaped in battles

Around the bedroom floor

And I ain't come to find and I ain't

tryn' to save you

There's not a lot I can do

Its peculiarly you



How well I know

How well I know

Oh, leaving well enough alone



The way you're sacrificing

Light for heat

Worlds collide

When others rarely meet

The way you look like you might

tell a secret

There's not a lot I can do

It's peculiarly you