Letras:
Diana Krall Girl In The Other Room

pigs in the same trough There's too many buzzards sitting on the fence Stop this world, it's not making sense Stop this show, hold the phone Better days this girl

: Almost blue Almost doing things we used to do There's a boy here and he's almost you Almost all the things that your eyes once promised I see in his

: An invitation came my way Knowing it's dangerous to follow That girl in her Sunday suit Would have forbidden it But since those days I've changed my

: The glitter on a paint and plaster face Is covering desire and disgrace We could be lovers But no one suspects at all Once you're inside that costume

: The fading scent of summertime arbutus trees and firs the glistening of rain-soaked moss going to the dairy queen at dusk down narrow roads in autumn

: Rusted brandy in a diamond glass Everything is made from dreams Time is made from honey slow and sweet Only the fools know what it means Temptation

Almost blue Almost doin' things we used to do There's a boy here and he's almost you Almost all the things that your eyes once promised I see in his

The men that I've been seeing baby They got their soul upon a shelf You know they could never love me When they can't even love themselves And I need

all As she draws lipstick smears on the wall The girl in the other room She powders her face And stares hard Into her reflection The girl in the other room