Phoebe Killdeer & The Short Straws - Twisted

The rolling hills
Have got hold of you
You wished her
A pleasant fall
She took off
Into the night
In her broken down car
With her thoughts on fire
She’s reeling in and out of light
She’s begging for a fruit to bite
Like a wild cat wanting to go home
Let her land light tonight

She’s twisted down to the core
She reminds you of a lost sailor
It’s got you
And it won’t let go
If you run into her
Don’t let her go

The morning mist
Smoke her eyes
From the white lines
That flicker past
She sympathises
with the wind
In her beat down shades
And fragile wings
She’s fading in and out of light
She’s yearning for a little quiet
Like a wild cat wanting to go home
Let her land light tonight

She races to her rainbow’s end
A drifter with a heart to mend
It’s got you
And it holds you so
If you run into her
Don’t let her go

Please be good to her
Won’t you, Please
Be good to her
Won’t you, please
Be good to her
Be good
To her





She races to her rainbow’s end
A drifter with a heart to mend
It’s got you
And it holds you so
If you run into her
Don’t let her go
She’s twisted down to the core
She reminds you of a lost sailor
It’s got you
And it won’t let go
If you run into her
Don’t let her go

Please be good to her
Won’t you, Please
Be good to her
Won’t you, please
Be good to her
Be good
To her