Long Black Hair, Small World

Chorus

Tara doesn't want to go, not to rainy England

She stays behind the curtain, suspects every sound

Long black hair falls down her midnight dress

And Tara feels the neighbors breathing all around

Post-Chorus

Oh oh Tara

Oh oh Tara

Verse 2

She walks the hall in velvet, hair brushing her spine

Tight dresses quiet thunder across brittle tiles

Window peeking, pressing up against the glass

Why do they want to know her secrets, why must they pry?

Pre-Chorus

She sees the shifting shadows, behind their slitted blinds

If only they would let her keep her peace of mind

Chorus

Tara doesn't want to go, not to rainy England

She stays behind the curtain, suspects every sound

Long black hair falls down her midnight dress

And Tara feels the neighbors breathing all around

Post-Chorus

Oh oh Tara

Oh oh Tara