Текст песни Marty Willson-Piper - Melancholy Girl

Pensive you
Alone in a crowd
Wipe out the distance
Thinking out loud
Can't hear a thing
The beauty of a portrait
And you alive
Melancholy girl


Melancholy girl, melancholy
Melancholy girl


Distant you
So near to me
Language and French film
Your simplicity
Your giant eyes
Like massive rooms
I'm infatuated
Melancholy girl


The art of listening
Tranquility
Vanishing poets
Will appear for me


Poets, crying buildings
Poets, movies and you