Idioma Origen:
She told you about it through a broken bleeding windpipe.
It shook your bones and made your life feel skintight.
Well, Sidewalk Annie
Now your coattails have come undone,
Your whisper´s a scream now
Since you don´t speak to anyone.
The howlin´ winds could never care what she liked,
Rhythm and Blues or A Stranger In The Night
It tore up the trailer with the sounds of a howlin´ wolf,
The cellar was stone, even the garden was bulletproof.
Well, Sidewalk Annie
Now your coattails have come undone,
Your whisper´s a scream now
Since you don´t speak to anyone
Little girl in your white ice skates,
We´ve seen your face walkin´ around the old school gates,
With a hand on your hip and the other one on your head,
You realized it wasn´t gone, but lost instead.
Sidewalk Annie
Now your coattails have come undone.
Your whisper´s a scream now
Since you don´t speak to anyone.
Invested a nickel into the banks of a wishing well
And blew out the candles and hoped for somethin´ that she could, she
could sell.
Sidewalk Annie
Now your coattails have come undone.
Your whisper´s a scream now
Since you don´t speak to anyone.
Idioma Destino:
She told you about it through a broken bleeding windpipe.
It shook your bones and made your life feel skintight.
Well, Sidewalk Annie
Now your coattails have come undone,
Your whisper´s a scream now
Since you don´t speak to anyone.
The howlin´ winds could never care what she liked,
Rhythm and Blues or A Stranger In The Night
It tore up the trailer with the sounds of a howlin´ wolf,
The cellar was stone, even the garden was bulletproof.
Well, Sidewalk Annie
Now your coattails have come undone,
Your whisper´s a scream now
Since you don´t speak to anyone
Little girl in your white ice skates,
We´ve seen your face walkin´ around the old school gates,
With a hand on your hip and the other one on your head,
You realized it wasn´t gone, but lost instead.
Sidewalk Annie
Now your coattails have come undone.
Your whisper´s a scream now
Since you don´t speak to anyone.
Invested a nickel into the banks of a wishing well
And blew out the candles and hoped for somethin´ that she could, she
could sell.
Sidewalk Annie
Now your coattails have come undone.
Your whisper´s a scream now
Since you don´t speak to anyone.