Tango Songtext
von Super700

Cold is the night of the hunter
He weeps without taking a breath
When the sun betrays the moon for some daylight
A reasonable mind must confess

What do you make, what do you make
Out of this poor and honest little soul?
In those hard times, in those hard times
It was not all what I′d been looking for

Now you love me, yes you love me
Yet I don't know how to feel about this
I think you got me, yes you got me
Hold me close, hold me tight in your fist


Down by the sweet salted lilies
Crammed with five loaves and two fish
You wash me clean in the water
My mind′s drifting up as I wish
Down by the sweet salted water
My mind's drifting up as I wish

What do you make, what do you make
Out of this poor and honest little soul?
In those hard times, in those hard times
It was not all what I'd been looking for

Now you love me, yes you love me
Yet I don′t know how to feel about this
I think you got me, yes you got me
Hold me close, hold me tight in your fist