Little Girl

Little girl, little girl What’s your story? Little girl, little girl What’s your story? The night was being a night and I was speechless A cat with black claws was eyeing me as if to read my wishes I’m still living at all the old addresses I wish I could steal your heart I wish I could steal your heart My eyes rest upon your face and hold you gently When something, something in the dark, begins to move Put out my eyes, and I can see you still Slam my ears too and I can hear you yet Break off my arms, I shall take a hold of you And if you set this brain of mine afire Then, on my bloodstream, I yet will carry you I, even I, am she who knows the road The winds are just under my lips and so the moon Grasp you with my heart as with a hand Arrest my heart, my brain will beat as true Through the sky the breeze just became me And if you set this brain of mine afire Then, on my bloodstream, I yet will carry you And if you set this brain of mine afire Then, on my bloodstream, I yet will carry you