Leather — текст песни (Tori Amos)

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...