Songs: Ohia – Tigress
Και του χρόνου μαϊ φρεντ…
It’s difficult not to worry about what happens next.
Certain looks sort out confused looks.
Certain looks sport confused looks.
I watched us talking in the mirror,
and you put on that look that says,
“this little star wishes she weren’t single.”
It is the eye that catches me: a man protesting his worth.
It is the ear that catches you, putting the shake on your words.
You are alert as a tigress at a common table with her fate.
You can almost taste it.
We’ll be gone by morning or be together by then.
We’ll be gone by morning or be together by then.
I believe every woman has made up her mind to win.
