The Nits - The Delta Works lyrics
[The Nits - The Delta Works lyrics]
Aunt Eleonore is walking through the shadows
Aunt Eleonore is talking to the
Flowers and the birds and the trees
Aunt Eleonore is walking through the house
She said: "Don't look back behind
Your shoulder to
The cracks in our fading love
With our disappearing homemade serenades"
Aunt Eleonore, she's an astronaut from Tirol
A lady of the canyon with a Russian TV
All the family paintings were drowning in
'53 in the dark black sea
And when the road is getting thinner
And life is getting smaller
Love is hurting like diamonds
I was the green meadow and he
Was the dark black sea
Now there's a ghost standing
Behind every tree i am here with you
I stay i stay
When we get older as the years go by
Like varnish on a painting that's crackling
Like the soil of a desert
Tears will fall on a piece of paper
Paint me a river where I can swim
Draw me a city where I can walk
In the streets of my youth
Will the Delta Works protect us from
The waves and the water?
But they cannot protect us from personal
Disaster and matters of love
And boredom and melancholy or depression
A piece of paper
When we're walking, we get older
When we stop, we die
Aunt Eleonore is talking to the
Flowers and the birds and the trees
Aunt Eleonore is walking through the house
She said: "Don't look back behind
Your shoulder to
The cracks in our fading love
With our disappearing homemade serenades"
Aunt Eleonore, she's an astronaut from Tirol
A lady of the canyon with a Russian TV
All the family paintings were drowning in
'53 in the dark black sea
And when the road is getting thinner
And life is getting smaller
Love is hurting like diamonds
I was the green meadow and he
Was the dark black sea
Now there's a ghost standing
Behind every tree i am here with you
I stay i stay
When we get older as the years go by
Like varnish on a painting that's crackling
Like the soil of a desert
Tears will fall on a piece of paper
Paint me a river where I can swim
Draw me a city where I can walk
In the streets of my youth
Will the Delta Works protect us from
The waves and the water?
But they cannot protect us from personal
Disaster and matters of love
And boredom and melancholy or depression
A piece of paper
When we're walking, we get older
When we stop, we die