Falling from the western shore to find yourselves alone again,
Wondering where you have been, Your lonely voice calls
Across the starlit coast, Reaching out to be seen.
[Chorus:]
She cries your name,
Three times again,
She cries your name,
How long can this love remain.
Cut beneath the surface screen of what we say and what we
Seem, Is a trick to be seen, She keeps crying out your name,
But her scream sound the same, How fickle fate can be.
[Chorus]
Birds that scream for territory can learn to sing
Euphorically, Give him time an' he's real, And there's a
Wasteland in your soul the burned out trees will leave you
Cold, Living out an ideal.
[Chorus: x2]
Beth Orton - She Cries Your Name Lyrics
Beth Orton - She Cries Your Name Lyrics
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Falling from the western shore to find yourselves alone again,
Wondering where you have been, Your lonely voice calls
Across the starlit coast, Reaching out to be seen.
[Chorus:]
She cries your name,
Three times again,
She cries your name,
How long can this love remain.
Cut beneath the surface screen of what we say and what we
Seem, Is a trick to be seen, She keeps crying out your name,
But her scream sound the same, How fickle fate can be.
[Chorus]
Birds that scream for territory can learn to sing
Euphorically, Give him time an' he's real, And there's a
Wasteland in your soul the burned out trees will leave you
Cold, Living out an ideal.
[Chorus: x2]
Wondering where you have been, Your lonely voice calls
Across the starlit coast, Reaching out to be seen.
[Chorus:]
She cries your name,
Three times again,
She cries your name,
How long can this love remain.
Cut beneath the surface screen of what we say and what we
Seem, Is a trick to be seen, She keeps crying out your name,
But her scream sound the same, How fickle fate can be.
[Chorus]
Birds that scream for territory can learn to sing
Euphorically, Give him time an' he's real, And there's a
Wasteland in your soul the burned out trees will leave you
Cold, Living out an ideal.
[Chorus: x2]
Writer: WILLIAM ORBIT, BETH ORTON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sentric Music