Ithaca Songtext
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Maybe I don′t wanna make it all good
I don't really think that we could or would or should
Blue eyed sprites & Ithaca skies
Dusk upon your cinnamon eyes
Wrap my arms around your belly
Tell me lies, tell me lies, tell me lies
Maybe I don′t wanna make it alright

Ithaca
Ithaca
Ithaca

There is no place for you and I
No hidden face to recognize
I knew it before
I couldn't look you in the eye


You could have said it first
But you don't got the nerve
You don′t got the gall
You do not deserve

You could have said it first
Even if it hurts
I knew it before
I couldn′t look you in the eye

You could have said it first
But you don't got the nerve
You don′t got the gall
We do not deserve

You could have said it first
Even if it hurt
I knew it before
I couldn't look you in the eye

You could have said it first
Even if it hurts
I knew it before
I couldn′t look you in the eye