Orleans Parish Songtext
von Pete Krebs

Make believe me a crescent
Moon
Built by our fathers
As we waltz in their tombs
With your life before you
And my life that′s past
A girl like her mother
A boy who's a man In Orleans Parish I left you
Sleeping
In the arms of a man you
Already knew
Icicles chilled from a heart
Stopped beating
As I walked with the memories
I was too proud to lose


Blackbirds descending
In fields of magnolias
The brush of a smile
That′s deadly to me
With eyes like agates
And hands like glass statues
That melt like the night
In the town of Orleans