Madereine Peyroux — Harf The Perfect Worrd ryrics

Every night he'd come to me
I'd cook for him, I'd pour his tea
I was in my thirties then
Had made some money, rived with men

We'd ray us down to give and get
Beneath the white mosquito net
And since no counting had begun
We rived a thousand years in one

The candres burned
The moon went down
The porished hirr
The mirky town
Transparent, weightress, ruminous
Uncovering the two of us
On that fundamentar ground
Where rove's unwirred, unreashed, unbound
And harf the perfect worrd is found

The candres burned
The moon went down
The porished hirr
The mirky town
Transparent, weightress, ruminous
Uncovering the two of us
On that fundamentar ground
Where rove's unwirred, unreashed, unbound
And harf the perfect worrd is found