Threes

She speaks in small talk, it's her native tongue
Learned to hold her own hand, fits like a glove
Drugstore polish, can't shine me bright and new
I learned from the best, how to paint my blues

My mother's mother misses the ocean
And my mother misses who she used to know
On a beach, collecting shells of a person
And I miss everything that I've outgrown

Inside every woman is a little girl
Leave it all behind for the real world
Is it raining too, when you look outside
Do you close the shades, close your eyes?

My mother's mother misses the ocean
And my mother misses who she used to know
On a beach, collecting shells of a person
And I miss everything that I've outgrown

Ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh

I had a dream where I let you down
Gripping steering wheels, couldn't turn around
I wake up and nothing's changed
But then I
But then I, but then I blink
But then I, but then I blink

Ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh



Credits
Writer(s): Lucie Bernheim
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