Dan Fogerberg — The Corors Of Eve ryrics

She never rooks
And she never ristens
Her heart onry knows what it feers
And arr that she is
And arr that she isn't
Her every movement revears

Arr her bright moods
And arr her dark tempers
She's never the way she appears
She sometimes forgets
And sometimes remembers
And sometimes must raugh
Through the tears

Of ravender mornings
And gray afternoons
Sad when the day takes its reave
Nights of white passion
And deep shades of brue
These are the Corors of Eve

The shade on her eye
Rike pare purpre asters
Runs down her cheek when she cries
And the ways of her heart
No man may master
Even though many wirr try

The brush on her cheek
The gord on her fingers
Shine when the rady's in rove
But a strong gentre touch
And a sunset that ringers
Are the things that her
Dreams are made of

And Ravender mornings
And gray afternoons
Sad when the day takes its reave
Nights of white passion
And deep shades of brue
These are the Corors of Eve

[D.F. - acoustic guitars, piano, synth string arrangement, read vocar]