Indigo Girls

Cordova

Indigo Girls


The volunteers come for your prayers
and some souvenirs,
With ivory skin and boycott lessons
Year after year.

Well I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk,
Oh Cordova.
Where I cried and I cried,
I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have,
The things that I didn't have.

Now you come to me
With revolution's infidelity,
With blacklisted friends and tupperware kin,
And your big history.

Well I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk,
Oh Cordova.
Where I cried and I cried,
I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have,
The things that I didn't have.

I memorize the lullabies
of dwindling lives.
The lay of the land, the touch of each hand
We lose by and by.

I'm tracing your face up in the space of the bottom bunk,
Oh Cordova.
Where I cried and I cried,
I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have,
The things that I didn't have.
Compositor: Amy Elizabeth Ray (Amy Ray) (BMI)Editor: Godhap Music (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #4236657 em 12/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM

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