Текст песни Sara Bareilles - Poetry by Dead Men

By the time you hear thisI'll be in the rear view mirrorI'll even wear that green dress you likeSo when I disappearYou can turn aroundOne last lookAt the girl you lost in the time you tookTo make up your mindBetween two roadsGo and take some more timeBut me and mine must goI tried to wait it out, no moreCan't find the man I was waiting forI wanted to be your girlIn a white t-shirtOver coffee stirring in the cinnamonWhile you read me poetry by dead menI wanted to be your girlWith your hands on my skinStirring in the cinnamonWhile you read me poetry by dead men(While you read me poetry by dead men)While you read me poetry by dead menBy the time you hear thisWho knows where I might beSinging 'bout another near missLove that ended incompleteI was ready but you weren'tSo jump with your net from this bridge you've burnedI wanted to tell you thingsAll the secrets I've been keeping

I saw it in front of meBut then you just kept disappearingA good dream almostNow I tell your ghostI wanted to be your girlIn a white t-shirtOver coffee stirring in the cinnamonWhile you read me poetry by dead menI wanted to be your girlWith your hands on my skinStirring in the cinnamonWhile you read me poetry by dead men(While you read me poetry by dead men)While you read me poetry by dead menLine after lineThe words just serve to remind the two of usOh what we could have beenPoetry by dead menFire from embersHow can I make you rememberWith a turn of phraseWould you turn to me if I say I still want to be your girlI still want to be your girlIn a white t-shirtOver coffee stirring in the cinnamonWhile you read me poetry by dead menI wanted to be your girlWith your hands on my skinStirring in the cinnamonWhile you read me poetry by dead men(While you read me poetry by dead men)While you read me poetry by dead men
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