She cooks you sweet potato you don't like aubergine      
She knows to boil the kettle when you hum bars from grease       
She senses you are lonely but still she can't be sure       
And so she stands and waits anticipating your thoughts 
     
How can she become the psychic that she longs to be to understand you       
How can she become the psychic that she longs to be to understand you 
     
He brushes thoroughly       
He know she likes fresh breath       
He rushes to the station       
He waits atop the steps       
He's brought with him a mars bar       
She will not buy nestle       
And later he'll perform       
A love-lorn serenade, a trade       
How can he become the psychic that he longs to be to understand you      
How can he become the psychic that he longs to be to understand you 
     
So give her information to help her fill her holes       
Give an ounce of power so he does not feel controlled       
Help her to acknoledge the pain that you are in       
Give to him a glimpse of that beneath your skin 
     
Now my inner dialogue is heaving with detest       
I am a martyr and a victim and I need to be caressed       
I hate that you negate me, I'm a ghost at beck and call       
I'm falling and placating, berate myself for staying 
     
I'm a fool       
I'm a fool 
     
He greets his stranger meekly a thing that she accepts       
She sees him waiting often with chocolate on the steps       
He senses she is lonely she's glad they finally met       
They take each other's hands walk into the sunset      
Do you like sweet potato
 
 
 
4 comentários:
I love sweet potato!!! E amo esta núsica também. Aliás, amo o álbum todo. Hmmm...acho que o vou pôr ali a rodar...;]
Também eu. A batata doce é assim como que um marco da minha vida. Parece estúpido, não é? :p
Não parece nada estúpido! o Outono não seria o mesmo sem castanhas e batata doce (que é difícil de encontrar cá em cima...:s). nham nham!!
amo esta música. como adoro a Sia.
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