Catherine — текст песни (P.J. Harvey)

Catherine De Barra, you`ve murdered my thinking
I gave you my heart, you left the thing stinking
I`d break from your spell if it weren`t for my drinking
And the wind bites more bitter with each light of morning.
I envy the road, the ground you tread under,
I envy the wind, your hair riding over,
I envy the pillow your head rests and slumbers,
I envy to murderous envy your lover
`til the light shines on me
I damn to hell every second you breath
I envy
Oh my Catherine
For your eyes smiling
And your mouth singing
With time I`d have won you
With wile I`d have won you
For your mouth singing