Pj Harvey - Catherine - Текст песни

Catherine de barrayou've murdered my thinking

I gave you my heartyou left the thing stinking

I'd break from your spell if it weren't for my drinking

And the wind bites more bitter with each light of morning.

I envy the roadthe ground you tread under

I envy the windyour hair riding over

I envy the pillow your head rests and slumbers

I envy to murderous envy your lover

'til the light shines on me

I damn to hell every second you breath

I envy

Oh my catherine

For your eyes smiling

And your mouth singing

With time I'd have won you

With wile I'd have won you

For your mouth singing