Who could desire privacy
Couchant on the sands of the cdriatic Sea?
Where the girls wear their tans like golden crowns
And frown upon the clouds that wave to the Ivory Town.
I don't want to know your sunny skies.
Take me home to the glow in his stormy eyes.
Passing by a castle in the evening air
Watching all the people in their shops selling their wares.
Plates of bright colors, jars of jam,
But I long for the eyes that remind me who I am.
Counting the days like counting grains of sand.
Waiting for the hour when my hand would meet your hand.
They cannot find me they think I'm asleep,
But there beyond the shore I'm in the turquoise deep.
Wearing the seawater like a salty gown,
Writing my farewell to the Ivory Town.
Counting the days like counting grains of sand.
Waiting for the hour when my hand would meet your hand.
Kendra McKinley - Ivory Town Lyrics
Kendra McKinley - Ivory Town Lyrics
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Who could desire privacy
Couchant on the sands of the cdriatic Sea?
Where the girls wear their tans like golden crowns
And frown upon the clouds that wave to the Ivory Town.
I don't want to know your sunny skies.
Take me home to the glow in his stormy eyes.
Passing by a castle in the evening air
Watching all the people in their shops selling their wares.
Plates of bright colors, jars of jam,
But I long for the eyes that remind me who I am.
Counting the days like counting grains of sand.
Waiting for the hour when my hand would meet your hand.
They cannot find me they think I'm asleep,
But there beyond the shore I'm in the turquoise deep.
Wearing the seawater like a salty gown,
Writing my farewell to the Ivory Town.
Counting the days like counting grains of sand.
Waiting for the hour when my hand would meet your hand.
Couchant on the sands of the cdriatic Sea?
Where the girls wear their tans like golden crowns
And frown upon the clouds that wave to the Ivory Town.
I don't want to know your sunny skies.
Take me home to the glow in his stormy eyes.
Passing by a castle in the evening air
Watching all the people in their shops selling their wares.
Plates of bright colors, jars of jam,
But I long for the eyes that remind me who I am.
Counting the days like counting grains of sand.
Waiting for the hour when my hand would meet your hand.
They cannot find me they think I'm asleep,
But there beyond the shore I'm in the turquoise deep.
Wearing the seawater like a salty gown,
Writing my farewell to the Ivory Town.
Counting the days like counting grains of sand.
Waiting for the hour when my hand would meet your hand.
Writer: KENDRA MCKINLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave