The Cigar Box Soul

Grille de la piste #278659

Fournie par shiihs

Lyrics:

© Malgosia
He's a young man playing double bass
She's a beauty, she has the vibe
He looks at her caressing fingerboard
She's so distant singing, holding her cigar box

Not many words beetween them. He dreams to be
A soul that lives in the cigar box she never leaves

Tonight he will take a bus to his lonely attic room
Overlooking city and clouds and sea of roofs
She will close the box and slowly descend
To meet the big red car with her man

How far from his roof her home oh so far
How high like tiny birds his thoughts fly
A cigar box she lays though she no longer smokes
touches as if afraid someone might it be gone

If only he could have courage to touch her hand
If only she did not look so distant
As every day he will take a bus to his lonely attic room
She'll slowly descend to her man

Some day she'll feel so ready to set him free
She'll open the box and smile, it's half a kiss
She'll let him fly away high in the sky
Over the roofs of the city