I keep on playing these Heather Nova songs over and over the past few days. I love her ethereally soft voice. Kind of reminds me of The Sundays, too.
Paper Cup
Wishful thinking I might be yours
Drifting on every step
I’m always drawn to the dark horse
Sweet, sweet
nothing’s said
And every dream is just a dream, after all
And everything stands so still when you dance
Everything spins so fast
And the night’s in a paper cup
When you want it to last
Wishful thinking you might be mine
Every shiver sends
One breath under the bridge of sighs
Bending where the river bends
And every dream is just a dream, after all
And everything stands so still when you dance
Everything spins so fast
And the night’s in a paper cup
When you want it to last
I’m coming home to you
I’m alive I’m a mess
I can’t wait to get home to you
To get warm and undressed
There’ve been changes beyond my dreams;
Everybody wants me to sing
There’ve been changes beyond my grasp;
Things I’m sinking in
So keep me in your bed all day
Nothing heals me like you do
And when somebody knows you well
Well there’s no comfort like that
And when somebody needs you
Well there’s no drug Iike that
And where l’m home, curled in your arms
And I’m safe again
I’ll close my eyes and sleep
To the sound of London Rain
Nothing falls like London Rain
Nothing heals me like you do
Nothing falls like London Rain
Nothing heals me like you do
