Tigress
When it will come around?
Oh you won't see it come in or hear it make a sound
But won't you sing along?
And welcome the light in after such a long wait
Can you feel it beat here
Deep down in your little chest?
I know the river runs wilder in your other self
Now you can almost taste it on your sharpened jaws
And you can almost say it in your wildest prose
Oh looks like the mockingbird stopped laughing at you
Hold me like a stranger till September is through
And you'll come around
Ride out in silence, be running out of time
Can you see through my eyes?
Snatches of sunrise after such a long drive
And I hear you humming that tune, the one I used to know
And you can almost sing it in your brightest tone
Can you feel that longing feeling up your little breast?
I know the river runs wilder in your other self
My little hometown is dying, my little tigress is wild
And I can see it in her eyes that she can never be tamed
And I can almost taste it on your sharpened jaws
And I can almost say it in my wildest prose
Oh looks like the mockingbird stopped laughing at you
Hold me like a stranger till September is through
Oh looks like the mockingbird stopped laughing at you
Hold me like a stranger till September is through
Oh you won't see it come in or hear it make a sound
But won't you sing along?
And welcome the light in after such a long wait
Can you feel it beat here
Deep down in your little chest?
I know the river runs wilder in your other self
Now you can almost taste it on your sharpened jaws
And you can almost say it in your wildest prose
Oh looks like the mockingbird stopped laughing at you
Hold me like a stranger till September is through
And you'll come around
Ride out in silence, be running out of time
Can you see through my eyes?
Snatches of sunrise after such a long drive
And I hear you humming that tune, the one I used to know
And you can almost sing it in your brightest tone
Can you feel that longing feeling up your little breast?
I know the river runs wilder in your other self
My little hometown is dying, my little tigress is wild
And I can see it in her eyes that she can never be tamed
And I can almost taste it on your sharpened jaws
And I can almost say it in my wildest prose
Oh looks like the mockingbird stopped laughing at you
Hold me like a stranger till September is through
Oh looks like the mockingbird stopped laughing at you
Hold me like a stranger till September is through
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Writer(s): Renaud Brustlein
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