Lyrics

You kill me with kindness. You call me "Your Highness." But When I get Blue I can never find you. The circle keeps turning The sky is still burning. I hear from my ex- On the back of my checks. But hold me awhile And I'll hang up my guns, mama I know I've been flyin' Too near the sun. We'll move to the mountains And make love to keep warm, mama Like two little birds In the eye of the storm. This cloverleaf madness Just fills me with sadness. We glide on these streams Just postponing our dreams. The love that's inside us How come it divides us? It just ain't like Cole Porter It's just all too short order. But hold me awhile And I'll hang up my guns, mama I know I've been flyin' Too near the sun. We'll move to the mountains And make love to keep warm, mama Like two little birds In the eye of the storm.
Writer(s): Michael P. Franks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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