The light blue flickering rhythm Of the neighbor's big console TV Is basking on the ceiling Of another insomniatic spree And outside sleep's open window
I would have returned your greeting If it weren't for the way you were looking at me This street is not a market And I am not a commodity Don't you find
Words and music by Ani DiFranco The light blue flickering rhythm Of the neighbor's big console T.V. Is basking on the ceiling Of another insomniac spree
Перевод: Difranco, Ани. История.
Перевод: Difranco, Ани. Правдивая история того, что было.