T. Street - Laika

Something’s gotta give

And it sure as hell ain’t me

I’m gonna cut loose

Like lightning through the trees

I’m green against the water

Blue against the sky

This girl has counted up

Her each and every sigh

Loverman has run away

Loverman done gone

Loverman flew across the sky

Loverman left home

Damn thing’s worried me

And I can’t see my way through it

I run sitting down

And falling like the cool rain

Can’t sleep for dreaming

Can’t speak for lies

I’d rather be the devil’s daughter

Than seeing from these eyes

Nobody’s alibi

But I’m not loud thunder either

Days are troubled by

When a cold wind starts to blow

Write my dreams on water

Send them to the sea

I’ll meet them at the evening sun

As soon as I can leave