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الأغاني: Polly Paulusma. Scissors In My Pocket. She Moves In Secret Ways.


On a river of sighs
A boat came towards me
A flimsy disguise
Covered the devil
Who sang from a songsheet
Of how modern life?s a bore

In his choirboys? attire
He sang me the life to which
Good girls aspire
Where men in white coats
Give us pills to tame the horses that stamp on our floors
And pills for when the horses have bolted out the door

It?s hard to explain
I don?t like hanging on to reins in my hands all the time
I?m running out of trails
Worn paths don?t lead to where I need to get to every time
She moves in secret ways
And there is grace and poised perfection when she takes the helm
She moves in secret ways

Now the house is on fire
The rats are all screaming
The horses are tired
They think they?re still dreaming
?Cause the barn doors are open
The crossbar is hanging in the wind

So the devils sings higher
?Oh just look at what you?re doing!?
Yeah, he?s joined by a choir
Of doctors and statesmen Who plan their sorry lives
To the last day's end
But look at all the happy things that happen by accident.

It?s hard to explain
I don?t like hanging on to reins in my hands all the time
I?m running out of trails
Worn paths don?t lead to where I need to get to every time
She moves in secret ways
And there is grace and poised perfection when she takes the helm
She moves in secret

Days gone by I thought I had it all
Filed in little boxes.
Now I find I never had control
I just took little chances and won

Now the devil?s downstream
He?s singing to someone
My horses are free.
They answer to no-one
Unbridled, untethered
They roam on the unmarked land

In my house there?s a calm
A peace has descended
No need for alarm
It?s as she intended
I?m through with trying to fight the things I don?t understand
Accept my sweet surrender to the greater, better plan

It?s hard to explain
I don?t like hanging on to reins in my hands all the time
I?m running out of trails
Worn paths don?t lead to where I need to get to every time
She moves in secret ways
And there is grace and poised perfection when she takes the helm
She moves in secret ways
She moves in secret ways
She moves in secret ways
Polly Paulusma