Текст песне : John Hiatt. Whistles in My Ears.

Stumblin' down the road I gets to thinkin' as I leave her
I've left so many times before
That old North wind's a-blowin' circles round my feet
What is this sorrow ever for?

She was an angel who flies high in the heavens
I was a pigeon on the church
She breathed pure golden as she hid from the procession
I tumbled from my lowly perch

I guess whistles in my ears
'Cause I can't hear you when you're cryin'
I don't long to be anywhere at all
I don't care to live a lie

There is a secret in the middle of the sea
When you acquire a vicious thirst
Then love will cool your brow and soothe the apparition
But is it just another curse?

Oh baby Jesus, mother Mary, God the father
The big triangle needs repairs
I know we learn within the vision of our spirit
Do you prefer us cold and bare?

I guess whistles in my ears
'Cause I can't hear you when you're cryin'
I don't long to be anywhere at all
I don't care to live a lie

I guess whistles in my ears
'Cause I can't hear you when you're cryin'
I don't long to be anywhere at all
I don't care to live a lie