.her morning elegance•oren lavie
Sun been down for days | A pretty flower in a vase | A slipper by the fireplace | A cello lying in its case
Soon she's down the stairs | Her morning elegance she wears | The sound of water makes her dream | Awoken by a cloud of steam | She pours a daydream in a cup | A spoon of sugar sweetens up
And she fights for her life | as she puts on her coat | And she fights for her life on the train | She looks at the rain | as it pours | And she fights for her life | as she goes in a store | with a thought she has caught | by a thread | she pays for the bread | and she goesÂ… | Nobody knows |
Sun been down for days | A winter melody she plays | The thunder makes her contemplate | She hears a noise behind the gate | Perhaps a letter with a dove | Perhaps a stranger she could love
Soon she's down the stairs | Her morning elegance she wears | The sound of water makes her dream | Awoken by a cloud of steam | She pours a daydream in a cup | A spoon of sugar sweetens up
And she fights for her life | as she puts on her coat | And she fights for her life on the train | She looks at the rain | as it pours | And she fights for her life | as she goes in a store | with a thought she has caught | by a thread | she pays for the bread | and she goesÂ… | Nobody knows |
Sun been down for days | A winter melody she plays | The thunder makes her contemplate | She hears a noise behind the gate | Perhaps a letter with a dove | Perhaps a stranger she could love