Ooh Belle by The Barr Brothers Lyrics
By the glaze in your eye
By your shape, by your size
By the pen in your heart
By the art in your room
By your bicycle
By the hole in your shoe
By New York, by the blue
By the song in your throat
By the sting in your nose
By your watermark
Ooh Belle
It's not like I couldn't tell
The shape of your sadness
Can't hide behind your little shell
You can pull on the chain
You can knock on the door
You can sing in the rain
You can roll on the floor
You can separate
You can run in the halls
You can paint on the walls
You can bow to the sun
You can spit in the eye
Of everyone
Ooh Belle
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed
The nearer we came to salvation
The further we fell
Sunset only brings the colors out
But they were always there
Masters make their systems so they fail
In the hands of other men
Ohhh Ohhhh Ohhhhh
La la la la la la la la
By the sand in your eye
By the shine in your lip
By the crack in your voice
It's a feel, not a choice
Let it come to you
It's the chain of events
It's the came and the wents
It's the least that I have
It's the most I can give
Ooh Belle
I hope that you're doing well
The trick of the devil
Is to make you think you're living in hell
Oooh Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh Oooh Oh Oh Oh
Ooh Belle
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed
The trick of the devil
Is to make you think you're living in hell
By your shape, by your size
By the pen in your heart
By the art in your room
By your bicycle
By the hole in your shoe
By New York, by the blue
By the song in your throat
By the sting in your nose
By your watermark
Ooh Belle
It's not like I couldn't tell
The shape of your sadness
Can't hide behind your little shell
You can pull on the chain
You can knock on the door
You can sing in the rain
You can roll on the floor
You can separate
You can run in the halls
You can paint on the walls
You can bow to the sun
You can spit in the eye
Of everyone
Ooh Belle
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed
The nearer we came to salvation
The further we fell
Sunset only brings the colors out
But they were always there
Masters make their systems so they fail
In the hands of other men
Ohhh Ohhhh Ohhhhh
La la la la la la la la
By the sand in your eye
By the shine in your lip
By the crack in your voice
It's a feel, not a choice
Let it come to you
It's the chain of events
It's the came and the wents
It's the least that I have
It's the most I can give
Ooh Belle
I hope that you're doing well
The trick of the devil
Is to make you think you're living in hell
Oooh Oooh Oooh
Oooh Oooh Oooh Oh Oh Oh
Ooh Belle
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed
The trick of the devil
Is to make you think you're living in hell