Letras de There She Goes, My Beautiful World

The wintergreen, the juniper
The comfrey and the chicory
All of the words you said to me
Are still vibrating in my ear
The elm, the ash and the linden tree
The dark and deep enchanted sea
The trembling moon and the stars unfurled
There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes again

John Wilmot penned his poetry
Riddled with the pox
Nabokov wrote on index cards
And lectern in his socks
St. John of the Cross he did his best stuff
Imprisoned in a box
And Johnny Thunders was half alive
When he wrote "Chinese Rocks"

Me, I′m lying here, with nothing in my ears
Me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears
Me, I′m lying here, for what seems years
Lying on my bed, with nothing in my head
I just want to rule the world
I just want to rule the world
I just want to rule the world
I just want to rule the world

There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes again
(All right)

So if you got a trumpet
Get on your feet, brother, and blow it
And if you got a field that don't yield
Well, get up now and hoe it
I look at you, you look at me
And deep in our hearts, babe, we're knowing
That you weren′t much of a muse
But then, I wasn′t much of a poet

Be your slave
I'll give you grades
I′ll be your pedestal
I'll be your Aryan age
With your book of ideals
And your alchemy
Oh, come on
Send that stumblin′ down to me
Send that stumblin' down to me
Send that stumblin′ down to me
Send that stumblin' down to me
Send it down to me

Send it all around
Send it all around the world
'Cause here she comes, my beautiful girl
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, there she goes
There she goes again
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes again