Tori Amos - Thoughts текст песни

Thoughts right now

I picked up a magazine

Ohh, here we go

Fifteen hundred years

Fifteen hundred years right here

Burning witches, burning books

Burning babies and their looks

Yes, indeed

Burning everything thats sacred in my jeans

Thoughts right now

Shes been everybody elses girl

Thoughts right now, now

Thoughts right now

Right now

Am I here?

Am I here?

Never here

Im never here

Im never here

Im never here

Never a bird

Or a flower in the tree

Or the pain of the respect thereof

Yes, indeed

Thoughts right now

What will become of me?

Become of her?

Become of we, babe yeah?