Текст песни Tori Amos - Leather
Tori Amos - Leather слова песни
I could just pretend that you love me; the night would lose all sense of fear.
But why do I need you to love me, when you can`t hold what I hold dear?
Oh God, could it be the weather? Oh God, why am I here?
If love isn`t forever and it`s not the weather, hand me my leather.
I almost ran over an angel, he had a nishe big fat shigar.
"In a sense," he said, "You`re alone here, so if you jump, you best jump far."
Oh, God, could it be the weather? Oh, God, why am I here?
If love isn`t forever and it`s not the weather, aha...
Oh, God, could it be the weather? Oh, God, it`s all very clear.
If love isn`t forever and it`s not the weather, hand me my leather.
Ya die die da die die, ya die da da da die, ya die...