David Knopfler - The Snowscape Paperweight Girl lyrics

You had your body pierced in Naples Found patron saints in Rome Your Buddha, brought back from Bangkok Now hides your runic stones And your star of David, crucified In a pendant you made from bones Your hindi music's on the hifi And your m**m's on the phone In this place you now call home Still you take your clothes off slowly To stoned messiah's tomes Your mirror ball retro-flits Your postered bed-sit wall You pray for all life can bring you It's like you're praying for us all Your tarot spoke of a stranger Your I-Ching of a girl unknown In this place you now call home You bleed for the bait life feeds you But still you want to swallow whole As the stoned messiahs prophesy It's like hot wires to your soul. Like a bible that's holding your life up It's a window to your world As the camera pans out from the lap top We watch your world grow small As snowflakes swirl, In a ticker-tape snowscape, Fade out on a paperweight and a golden girl Turning soul cards with retsina Which you pour like sacred scrolls Kneeling naked at the altar Where your patchwork quilt enfolds Now it's hindi music's on the hifi And a sufi on the phone As the dance becomes your own reality It's time that I was going From this place you now call home Don't hang up, don't hang up, dont hang up...