Текст Son Little – Hey Rose

There’s a big brass band in the park today
Those low notes speak what my mouth can’t say
Can I read your every letter, turn your every page?
Can I hold you till these dark dreams fade?

Hey, Rose
Your soul is the picture
But your body is the frame
But the frame is exquisite
(And you taste just like your name)

I’ll steer these wheels on down the road
All night from New York to Ohio
Can I drive you to California, fly you over Spain?
Can I take you to the place where the dolphins play?

Hey, Rose (Hey, baby)
Hey, baby (Can you hear me?)
Can you hear me, darling?
(Hey, life saver)
When you see it, baby
(Hey, life saver)
(Do us both a favor)
Do us both for favor
Stay while I rebuild the world…

On paper, Rose
Your soul is the picture
But your body is the frame
But the frame is exquisite
(And you taste just like your name)

We’ll talk touch tones, no telephones
I reach the front door, nobody’s home
Can I listen to your heartbeat, hear your every moan

Hey, Rose
Your soul is the picture
But your body is the frame
But the frame is exquisite
And you taste just like your name
Hey, Rose
(Your soul is the picture)
Your soul is the picture
(And your body is the frame)
But your body is the frame
(But the frame is so exquisite)
But the frame is exquisite
(And you taste just like your name)
Hey, Rose
(Oh, your soul is the picture)
Your soul is the picture
(And your body is the frame)
But your body is the frame
(But the frame is so exquisite)
But the frame is exquisite
(And you taste just like your name)

There’s a big brass band in the park today
Those low notes speak what my mouth can’t say
I indulge your every pleasure, engaged in lovers games
Can I hold you till these dark dreams fade?