Wash Her Away (Album Version)
Del Amitri"Wash Her Away (Album Version)" is a song by Del Amitri, released in 2002 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:32 long and contains 30 lines and 236 words.
0:23Eyes like a slash across her face
0:26Lips I'd kill a man to taste
0:30Whatever this stuff is I'm buying
0:33Whatever it does I'll do it 'til I'm dying
0:39I can't wash her away
0:42It's getting under my skin
0:46I can't wash her away
0:50I can feel her closing in
0:52Hands like a carnival of queens
0:57Hair like a heart attack of dreams
0:59A voice so soft you could cut it with a kiss
1:03Screams so small you could hold them in your fist
1:07Little white fingertips running up your back
1:10Little needling scores where her nails leave a track
1:16I can't wash her away
1:20She's living in my skin
1:23I can't seem to wash her away
1:27I can feel her closing in
1:51Eyes like a slash across her face
1:55Lips so damn sweet you'd cut your tonuge out for a taste
1:59Whatever this stuff is I'm buying
2:02If she's nothing but a coffin least she's good enough to die in
2:06She's a ballroom full of dancing chairs
2:09She's a child in disguise hiding bullets in her hair
2:13A voice so soft you could cut it with a kiss
2:16Screams so small you could hold them in your fist
2:20Every one night stand is a six week stretch
2:24Craving her arms twisted up around your neck
2:28Skin so white a heart so pure
2:32If you opeden up her veins you'd see the light run through her
Eyes like a slash across her face Lips I'd kill a man to taste Whatever this stuff is I'm buying Whatever it does I'll do it 'til I'm dying I can't wash her away It's getting under my skin I can't wash her away I can feel her closing in Hands like a carnival of queens Hair like a heart attack of dreams A voice so soft you could cut it with a kiss Screams so small you could hold them in your fist Little white fingertips running up your back Little needling scores where her nails leave a track I can't wash her away She's living in my skin I can't seem to wash her away I can feel her closing in Eyes like a slash across her face Lips so damn sweet you'd cut your tonuge out for a taste Whatever this stuff is I'm buying If she's nothing but a coffin least she's good enough to die in She's a ballroom full of dancing chairs She's a child in disguise hiding bullets in her hair A voice so soft you could cut it with a kiss Screams so small you could hold them in your fist Every one night stand is a six week stretch Craving her arms twisted up around your neck Skin so white a heart so pure If you opeden up her veins you'd see the light run through her
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