Josephine – Richard ThompsonBy Josephine paces her roomJosephine wishes the stars would appearBreathless she’ll run to her trystOn the brow of the hillIf God willJosephine looks for a roseTo perfume the tight angry curls of her hairHe’ll come this once, and maybeAgain, but whereOr whenAnd the leaves blow inAnd the leaves blow into the hallJosephine dresses her woundOne scent of blood and he might disappearOr maybe he’ll want to devour herWhole and completeIn a heart beatJosephine talks in her sleepMore friends around her asleep than awakeCries desolation to phantomsBut nobody hearsA dream’s tearsAnd the leaves blow inAnd the leaves blow into the hallJosephine writes on the wallWrites all the thoughts that escape from her headHundreds and thousands of wordsWritten small on a wallThat’s all www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20