Testi:
Kate Bush Lionheart

Driving back in her car. Watching the wipers Squashing the leaves away. Suddenly there in the road Is your old self, Trying to get out of the rain

It's been such a long week. So much crying. I no longer see a future. I've been told when I get older That I'll understand it all. But I'm not

Kashka from Baghdad Lives in sin, they say, With another man, But no one knows who. Old friends never call there. Some wonder if life's Inside

I spent a lot of my time looking at blue, The colour of my room and my mood: Blue on the walls, blue out of my mouth; The sort of blue between clouds

changed the names now. Are all Lionhearts put in parks, apart?" Lionhearts in the asylums, Lionhearts tossed at sea, Lionhearts who've lived their lives, like Arthur. Lionhearts in cathedrals, Lionhearts at mournings, Lionhearts

It's been such a long week So much crying I no longer see a future I've been told when I get older That I'll understand it all But I'm not sure if I want

In the warm room Her perfume reaches you Eventually, you'll fall for her Down you'll go To where the mellow wallows In the warm room She'll touch you

Spent a lot of my time looking at blue The colour of my room and my mood Blue on the walls, blue out of my mouth The sort of blue between clouds when

Kashka from Baghdad Lives in sin, they say With another man But no one knows who Old friends never call there Some wonder if life's Inside at all If