Artist: norah jones
Song: strange transmissions
Album: New York City
Year: 2003
I believe, you say
Don't think, we'll stay
Drawn through the ebb
Lost in the flow
Beneath my breath, I confess
My world, loved less
The devil held the proof
For me to know
I could only fight
For the longest while
But with the truth out, baby
I belong to you
I stoop to find
My place, entwined
I took it to the bottom
One more time
I could only fight
For the longest while
But with the truth out, baby
I belong to you
I could trip and I want you to know
That every time I think
That I think I should go
I receive strange transmissions
I could trip and I want you to know
That every time I think
That I think I should go
I receive strange transmissions
I could only fight
For the longest while
But with the truth out, baby
I belong to you
I could trip and I want you to know
That every time I think
That I think I should go
I receive strange transmissions
I could trip and I want you to know
Every time I think
That I think I should go
I receive strange transmissions
