Salome

Cousteau · Other Songs - Cousteau

So this is not the place



And these are not the times



I hear my bell a-tollin'



Now the stars begin to shine



Salome, Salome I...



Salome the love we made



Between us



Has become the hunted kind



And I recall I surrendered



I saw you dancing barefoot



In the garbage and the leaves



And we were small, worn and tender



Salome the games we played



Woke the dogs



Who prey on me



Prey on me



'Cause Salome, Salome maybe



Salome maybe between you and me



We'd have made some history



Salome, Salome I...



Salome if it's all the same



Whatever did become of me, of me...



And I'll be there, I'll wait for you



I'm hearing in the distance



There's a bird that calls my name



'Cause Salome, I adored you



Salome the very flame



That licked us



Has become fair game



Fair game...