Blue Stockings کے بول

Open the window up The one besides the armoire I need some cool autumn air In this baroque hotel room While you put on your stockings On the rocker by the mirror "Put on a record," you say We're both relieved at the idea We're both relieved at the idea It crackles like a fire The sounds caress our fears And we've put off the silence That hung so long in stale air That used to be a mystery A secret book to unlock But we've stopped writing in it Or thrown away the key And as I watched you sitting there In the chair that you're rocking I can see that there's a tear In your new blue stockings As I watch you sitting there In the chair that you're rocking I can see that there's a tear In your new blue stockings Shapes dance on the wallpaper Headlights through yellow leaves Just like they did in june The first night we shared a room Back then they were alive A lively jitterbug in bloom But now they're dancing in slow waltz And they'll be gone tomorrow afternoon As I watch you sitting there In the chair that you're rocking I can see that there's a tear In your new blue stockings As I watch you sitting there In the chair that you're rocking I can see that there's a tear In your new blue stockings I can see there's a tear In your new blue stockings... I can see there's a tear In your new blue stockings... I can see there's a tear In your new blue stockings... I can see there's a tear In your new blue stockings...