Paroles de I'll Show You Where To Sleep

Just paint a picture of the world In gentle pastel shades Indistinct and somehow blurred Like childhood escapades The painting box is rather dear But the paints themselves are cheap Leave your pack at the side of the road I'll show you where to sleep. Dead brown weeds in a ditch at the side Of a field of burning corn The road opens out before you Like the womb where you were born There's no need to pretend again To try and earn your keep Leave your pack at the side of the road I'll show you where to sleep. And crowds will gather in the sun As stone madonnas weep And the shepherd is a good man As he tends his flock of sheep. In case you find your tortoise shell Is getting rather tight You can wrap yourself in your magic cloak And disappear from sight And I will stand guard over you As through the door you creep Leave your pack at the side of the road I'll show you where to sleep.