Из альбома: From the Blue House
It's dead quiet here
But for my heart beating loud and clear
Under my breast bone going like mad
It's the loneliest heart that a girl ever had
I had a dream last night
A full house but not a friend in sight
That all changed when you came through the door
And you held me in a way you never held me before
I'm sorry my friend I can't see you tonight
I'm not feeling right; you'd better stay out of sight
No you won't hear me cough or sniffle or sneeze
But I think I'm coming down with a rare new disease
Lately I've been feeling strange
Everything's different but nothing's changed
I've been shivering but I'm far from cold
I try to stay calm, but I'm losing control
I'll keep my legs crossed
I'll let my body know my mind is the boss
But there's no telling if I'll really behave
So you'd better stay away for a couple of days
Is it hot in here or is it just me?
I've got a knot in my tummy and a tickle in my knees
No you won't hear me cough or sniffle or sneeze
But I think I'm coming down with a rare new disease
I'm sorry my friend I can't see you tonight
I'm not feeling right; you'd better stay out of sight
No you won't hear me cough or sniffle or sneeze
But I think I'm coming down with a rare new disease
It's dead quiet here
It's dead quiet here
It's dead quiet here