Jealous of the Birds - Clementina Lyrics

The red chinese curtains of our hotel room
were cold and silken
and I traced patterns on your thighs with my fingertips, crushed peach and linen.
And it would make me all kinds of happy
if we had a little place of our own
with lilies outside and the sun's yellow moan.
Tell my sweet, sweet Clementina
I love none other than she,
and when the dawn breaks I'll be near her, curled like an apostrophe.
Morning come soon. Morning come soon.
I wore a powder-blue suit on New Year's Day and you said you felt at peace
in a late night laundromat on Fountain Street, humming tunes with Nirvana.
And it would make me all kinds of happy
if we had a little place of our own
with lilies outside and the sun's yellow moan.
Tell my sweet, sweet Clementina
I love none other than she,
and when the dawn breaks I'll be near her, curled like an apostrophe.
Morning come soon, morning come soon.
Chase that old moon, morning come soon.