Cat

Album cover art for "Cat" by Blue Canary

Blue Canary - Rock

Cat

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Duration: 4:42

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Lyrics

In a field of sound, her heart beats not deep underground. A thousand players wide, a dazzling and rapturous sight Could nobody want to be free? I guess I was born too late to see the world as green and not as grey Yet still she twirls through air. A'ribboning; a sweet sillage of her comes to help me sleep Why won't you wake? Why won't you come? Where are you love? Catalonia, She's my favourite girl. Caught in her hair, Catalonia All the sense of her a illuminates an ageless scent of love The sweetness of her song elucidates all things that I forgot in my hazy sleep Catalonia, she's my favourite girl, my baby; everything she said, everything she made There is fire in her veins, though slain her body lies When the bird takes flight, all things will drench in its light should tomorrow come It will, it must, for to let me sleep

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Credits

Writers
  • Harry Burgess