I'll be the wind in your leaves
The warmth of the sun
I'm always drawing your colours
I'm always tracing your footsteps
It's a hard world it's a cold world
I could never say what I mean
I went looking in all the wrong places
There's nothing wrong with you
Broken telephone
The lines are down
The wires no longer reaching
Connection's gone
Higher and higher
I am taken by what you've given to me
Higher and higher
I am taken by what you've given to me
What you've given to me
I'll be the wind in your leaves
The warmth of the sun
I'm always drawing your colours
I'm always tracing your footsteps
It's a hard world it's a cold world
I could never say what I mean
I went looking in all the wrong places
There's nothing wrong with you
Broken telephone the lines are down
I throw myself at nothing
I throw myself at nothing
Higher and higher I am taken by
What you've given to me...
Be Good Tanyas - Broken Telephone Lyrics
Be Good Tanyas - Broken Telephone Lyrics
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I'll be the wind in your leaves
The warmth of the sun
I'm always drawing your colours
I'm always tracing your footsteps
It's a hard world it's a cold world
I could never say what I mean
I went looking in all the wrong places
There's nothing wrong with you
Broken telephone
The lines are down
The wires no longer reaching
Connection's gone
Higher and higher
I am taken by what you've given to me
Higher and higher
I am taken by what you've given to me
What you've given to me
I'll be the wind in your leaves
The warmth of the sun
I'm always drawing your colours
I'm always tracing your footsteps
It's a hard world it's a cold world
I could never say what I mean
I went looking in all the wrong places
There's nothing wrong with you
Broken telephone the lines are down
I throw myself at nothing
I throw myself at nothing
Higher and higher I am taken by
What you've given to me...
The warmth of the sun
I'm always drawing your colours
I'm always tracing your footsteps
It's a hard world it's a cold world
I could never say what I mean
I went looking in all the wrong places
There's nothing wrong with you
Broken telephone
The lines are down
The wires no longer reaching
Connection's gone
Higher and higher
I am taken by what you've given to me
Higher and higher
I am taken by what you've given to me
What you've given to me
I'll be the wind in your leaves
The warmth of the sun
I'm always drawing your colours
I'm always tracing your footsteps
It's a hard world it's a cold world
I could never say what I mean
I went looking in all the wrong places
There's nothing wrong with you
Broken telephone the lines are down
I throw myself at nothing
I throw myself at nothing
Higher and higher I am taken by
What you've given to me...
Writer: FRAZEY OBADIAH FORD
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.