Rickie Lee Jones - Gravity Lyrics
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Gravity
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What Are The Lyrics For Gravity By Rickie Lee Jones?
There are wounds that stir up the force of gravity
A cold that will wipe the hope from your eyes Young girl standing underneath the "L" train Standing there, watching the trains go by ... You think that nobody knows where you are, girl You think that nobody knows how this feels Alone, in a world of your own There you are girl The small things float To the top of gravity Gravity I'm telling you where it is Gravity We walk in easy snakes Through the roulette rattling of the ethyl And now the arson smell of moon Polishes a newsstand They empty the gas can The watch the fire If there are three girls running There are three girls running nowhere From remedies That you call random We call by name And ask them to explain why Oh, no I heard somebody Hush up Don't say nothing I thought I heard someone Well we walk when we want to go Nobody's gonna be there Seen somebody, somebody Be quiet Nobody's there Nobody I could not say no to the light of my desire I'm not asking so much But you roll-call the passion His lips ? No His back ? No His face? No, no, no I'm not asking so much! I try to imagine another planet, another sun Where I don't look like me And everything I do matters Where you are, girl In your green paint With a pin to pull At the fingertips of gravity Gravity I'm telling you where it is Gravity |
Who Wrote Gravity By Rickie Lee Jones?
Cathy Dennis, Ciaran Jeremiah, Kevin Jeremiah, Richard Jones, Daniel Sells, Paul Stewart
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