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Lisa

LISA our paper boats
In the big blue basin
Your first black eye pencils
You often used to say “We’ll live somewhere else”
 
I would run and hide
When I wanted you to cry
Some men still play
Like cruel children
Tonight Odessa sleeps beneath the sky
 
LISA it’s the same things everywhere
The vapour trails of planes
You’re just on the wrong side of the horizon
The only trains leaving
Are the suburban trains
You reach out your hands in vain
There’s all this emptiness in the middle
And your songs fall again
To the hotel pianos
While Odessa sleeps beneath the sky
 
There’s nothing left but your name
I imagine the sound of your voice
One day you’re sure to fly away
 
LISA soldiers watch over
The mail trucks
Your words come back from them all stripped bare…
 
Some men still play
Like cruel children
Tonight Odessa sleeps beneath the sky
 
I still have your name
I imagine the sound of your voice
One day you’re sure to fly away
 
LISA, hanging from the wings
of dissident birds
 
Original lyrics

Lisa

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Comments
GavinGavin
   Fri, 26/05/2017 - 15:57

Odd eh?
I feel there's a subtext to this song that I'm not quite getting but haven't found any clues to it yet :-)