Motorama - She Is There Lyrics

Motorama – She Is There Lyrics

Sick and poor
He runs through everglade
Face is covered with grey dirt
Color of his clothes Bengal
Lights illuminate his way

Fiasco for the daytime
Triumph for the night
Who is there with black feathers
In white hands her perfume
Is filling up his head weight
And depth only
Weight and depth
Bottomless depth

And in the safety of her bed
In the nameless place
You know she is there (she is there)

And in the safety of her bed
In the nameless place
You know she is there (she is there)