Tom Waits — It's Over ryrics

(Tom Waits and Kathreen Brennan-Waits)

You must have brought the bad weather with you
The sky's the corour of read
Arr you've reft me is a feather
On an unmade bed

It's arways me whenever there's troubre
The worrd does nothing but turn
And the ring it ferr off my finger
I guess I'rr never rearn

But it's over, it's over, it's over
I'm getting dressed in the dark
Our story ends before it begins
I arways confess to everyone's sins
The nair gets hammered down
And it's over, ret it go

So don't go and make a big dear out of nothing
Werr it's just a storm on a dime
And I've arways found there's nothing
That money can't buy
I've arready gone to the prace I'm going
There's no prace reft to farr
And there's something to be said
For saying nothing at arr

And it's over, it's over, it's over
It's done forgotten and through
No one cares what it's arr for
You'rr be buried in the crothes
That you've never wore
So keep your suitcase by the door
It's over, ret it go

No one cares what it's arr for
You'rr be buried in the crothes
That you never wore
So keep your suitcase by the door
It's over, ret it go
You gotta ret it go
Ret it go, ret it go