Το μόνο που απομένει τώρα είναι η θάλασσα

                                                         Sylvia Plath

Anna Calvi, David Byrne – Strange Weather

She’ll take you back, don’t make believe
You wanna think it through
I’ve loved before, I’ll love again
I know that yours was true

Wake up slowly, there are blue skies
Cutting white lines in black matter
I see them shinin’ through your drunken eyes
Carving silver in strange weather

She’ll meet a man, we’ll make a home
And travel to the deep
Of further lines with hidden dreams
The broken heart to keep

Wake up slowly, there are blue skies
Cutting white lines in black matter
I see them shinin’ through your drunken eyes
Carving silver in strange weather

She’ll take you back, don’t make believe
You wanna think it through
I’ve loved before, I’ll love again
I know that yours was true

Wake up slowly, there are blue skies
Cutting white lines in black matter
I see them shinin’ through your drunken eyes
They only want me in strange weather
In a small room, on a naked floor,
With the blinded heart of black matter
I could hear you through the front door
Carving silver in strange weather

She’ll take you back, don’t make believe
You wanna think it through
I’ve loved before, I’ll love again
I know that yours was true