LEARN LYRICS

She's called Lola and has a story, though more than a story
It's a poem
She spent her whole life chasing nights of glory
Like a restless soul
Behind her cloak
of a cold lady
She kept hidden
tremendous weapons
for the battles
of face-to-face
that with an edge
she fought so well
It went real bad
from hand to hand
from mouth to mouth, from bed to bed
like a doll
that wears out
She gets old and hauls her grief
Listen to me, my Lola
my tender Lola
Your sad life is your sad story
But what a way
to walk
Look how proud
in her gaze
Listen to me, my Lola
my tender Lola
Your sad life is your sad story
But what a way
to walk
Look how proud
in her gaze
Listen to me, my Lola
my tender Lola
Your sad life is your sad story
She was a calm woman until the moment
she rushed to give herself
to her lovers
It's time for weeping, it's time for doubt
for nostalgia and for her madness
You have the comfort
of knowing you're filled
with pure affection and honest love
Because nobody knew
how to steal from your kisses
that which today you have to spare
and that nobody longs for
Listen to me, my Lola
my tender Lola
Your sad life is your sad story
But what a way to walk
Look at the pride in her gaze
Listen to me, my Lola
my tender Lola
Your sad life is your sad story
But what a way to walk
Look at the pride in her gaze
Listen to me, my Lola
my tender Lola
Your sad life is your sad story
It's the time of the wrinkle that doesn't forgive
It's the time of the fruit
and the paint