Paroles Mrs. juliette low Phosphorescent

Mrs. juliette low

if the sound that gets made with each going away

were to lean on my knuckles to come

then all the spinning about making moths in my mouth

like a hymn from the heavens would hum

babies sweet on the floor ever calling for more

ever tasting their flight on their tongues

see them roll on the ground with their bellies so round

know they're bound to keep rolling along

and mrs. juliette low sings so pretty and slow

singing 'boy aint you going so wrong?

if your voice is to pray and your legs is to stay

then where you been going so long?'

yet still the light likes to fade at the end of each day

and it shines like a curtain of glass

onto some state of grace where her movements takes place

aint we always so going so fast

in the chill of some gray afternoon

in the still fading light of my room

i'll be aching to say

lover don't go away

and we will not go away