Tigers Songtext
von Rickie Lee Jones

The tigers come at four
Shaped like the curtains and the floor
Like the stars, they once were wild and cold

You turn to see me
I can′t believe it's really you
Sharpening your teeth for my low womb

Playing with tigers
Chasing the lampshade with my toes
Playing with tigers
′Til I find out where it goes

You check your clothes
You come and lay with me a while
In the theater of dreams
We are sleeping in the aisle

Wind climbs up the brick
Carrying brightly colored ghosts
They play on you with the light from the street below


Playing with tigers
Chasing the lamp with my toes
Playing with tigers
'Til I find out where it goes
Where it goes, where it goes

Playing with tigers
Painting the tigers
I tried to leave you
But you sent all the cars to bring me back
Tigers falling like paper on our parade

Tigers, tigers
And the mail blowing out of the mailbox
Down the street
Playing with tigers
Sleeping on tiger
Tiger, tiger

And here we go
Climbing up the bridge to your window
Using the sharp end of what you said, yeah, yeah
Here I go, falling like paper on our parade

Can't tell you anymore than that
Tomorrow when the trains come
I′ll tell you more tomorrow when the trains come

I′ll leave them with you till then