A summer in Saigon Songtext

von Phillip Boa and the Voodooclub

You can dance to my song
Can pick flowers from my hair
Send me postcards for my birthday
And when you prick your tongue
On the thorn of the rose
In your mouth...
I will kiss you
I will kiss you
You
So sweet and low
Your eyes went cold
I'm talking about piercing my sin
Into your heart
To see you helpless...
So sweet and low
Your eyes went cold
Like a man on his knees
With a sword through his chest
Talking about kissing you...
I will kiss you
I will kiss you
So sweet and low
Her eyes went cold
The story sweet and low
The message loud and clear
It was a summer in saigon
It was a summer in saigon
It was...