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Shawn Colvin
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Kill the Messenger
Lyricist:Shawn Colvin
Jane, it sure looks like rain These Canadian plains and their windblown hair Oh Jane, the bruise colored clouds The smell of the ground in the ripening air
I have seen you in your fluttering dress And your dry face of steel As you're dragging your red rowing boat 'Cross the forever fields
See Jane, something's gone dead inside my head There's nothing but fear Oh Jane, the rivers of grief, the tears of relief Seem ages from here
Sometimes the beauty of life Hits like lightening washing everything clear And these dimmers of doubt flicker And fade out and disappear
But Jane, that is a luxury There are those of a little faith, it seems And they beg for truth like charity And I see them on every street corner
They are holding out one righteous hand While the other leads the marching band Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com In the shadow hymn of the scratch man Heed the message, kill the messenger
Oh Jane, I heard you found love Wriggling up from the mud on the shores of Granville Oh but Jane, in the wink of an eye The naysayers fly like the hounds at your heels
Oh Jane, now they'll whisper your name And you won't feel the chains, you won't see the moss Oh Jane, there's an art to the game The aesthetics of love, the athletics of loss
Sometimes someone drifts by And our nets get entwined in the sea And in time I might find They still mean something to me
But Jane, that is a luxury There are those of a little faith in me And they pull me down like gravity And I see them on every street corner
They are masters in the sleight of hand They are dancers and they step so grand To the shibboleth of Shadowland Heed the message, kill the messenger
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