(lyrical pieces from Tori Amos' songs)
I remember, yes in my peach party dress. No one dared. No one cared to tell me where the pretty girls are. Those demigods with their nine-inch nails and little fascist panties tucked inside the heart of every nice girl. These precious things. Let them bleed. Let them wash away...
All the world is all I am. The black of the blackest ocean and the tear in your hand. All the world is danglin'...dangling'...danglin' for me darlin.' You don't know the power that you have with that tear in your hand.
Make me laugh. Say you know what you want. You said we were the real thing. So I show you some more and I learn what black magic can do. Make me laugh. Say you know you can turn me into the real thing. So I show you some more and I learn.
And I hate elevator music. The way we fight. The way I'm left here silent. Oh these little earthquakes. Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces.
You say the word. You know I will find you. Or if you need some timeI don't mind. I don't hold onto the tail of your kite. I'm not like the girls that you've known, but I believe I'm worth coming home to. Kiss away night. This girl only sleeps with butterflies. So go on and fly then boy. Balloons look good from on the ground. I fear with pins and needles around we may fall then stumble.
Cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my voice and it's been here. Silent All These...Years go by will I still be waiting for somebody else to understand? Years go by if I'm stripped of my beauty and the orange clouds raining in head. Years go by will I choke on my tears til finally there is nothing left. One more casualty you know we're too easy, easy, easy. Well, I love the way we communicate. Your eyes focus on my funny lip shape. Let's hear what you think of me now, but baby don't look up. The sky is falling.
And i put the hood right back where you could taste heaven perfectly...
I remember, yes in my peach party dress. No one dared. No one cared to tell me where the pretty girls are. Those demigods with their nine-inch nails and little fascist panties tucked inside the heart of every nice girl. These precious things. Let them bleed. Let them wash away...
All the world is all I am. The black of the blackest ocean and the tear in your hand. All the world is danglin'...dangling'...danglin' for me darlin.' You don't know the power that you have with that tear in your hand.
Make me laugh. Say you know what you want. You said we were the real thing. So I show you some more and I learn what black magic can do. Make me laugh. Say you know you can turn me into the real thing. So I show you some more and I learn.
And I hate elevator music. The way we fight. The way I'm left here silent. Oh these little earthquakes. Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces.
You say the word. You know I will find you. Or if you need some timeI don't mind. I don't hold onto the tail of your kite. I'm not like the girls that you've known, but I believe I'm worth coming home to. Kiss away night. This girl only sleeps with butterflies. So go on and fly then boy. Balloons look good from on the ground. I fear with pins and needles around we may fall then stumble.
Cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my voice and it's been here. Silent All These...Years go by will I still be waiting for somebody else to understand? Years go by if I'm stripped of my beauty and the orange clouds raining in head. Years go by will I choke on my tears til finally there is nothing left. One more casualty you know we're too easy, easy, easy. Well, I love the way we communicate. Your eyes focus on my funny lip shape. Let's hear what you think of me now, but baby don't look up. The sky is falling.
And i put the hood right back where you could taste heaven perfectly...
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