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Tanya Donelly Whiskey Tango Ghosts

I have lost something On the way And i can't explain What you wouldn't Want to hear then anyway Our divine Sweet divide So let's just gaze In the space

Honey won't you let yourself speak free Honey won't you let yourself speak freely 'Cause you're scaring me now You're scaring me Everything is pouring

What's that thing About a butterfly wing causing a typhoon If it's true a wire runs through each thing we do Then I better stay in my room Better stay

You're in the room I can feel you I don't want to then I do I hear the voices of the graces in here Swimming around Up in the corners of our room You

accuse me of fancy talk When i'm just trying to find my words You've got a funny way of saying my name Like i just ripped it off These whiskey tango ghosts