From the recording Apophenia

Drums - Tommy Diehl

Lyrics

SPEAKING OF ELLA


Speaking of Ella, did you paint the sky just to make me cry?
Speaking of Ella, if you still can’t see then you don’t know me
Speaking of Ella, drifting in a summer daze
Bending light with her appetite to melt into the haze
Speaking of Ella

Speaking of Ella, did you see me first or am I just cursed?
Speaking of Ella, thought I saw her face through the Irish lace
Speaking of Ella, cigarettes and hearts abound
You can compromise she says any vice, only smoke ‘em halfway down
Speaking of Ella

Speaking of Ella, I saw her face and I lost my place
Speaking of Ella, did she sing my name in a sad refrain?
Speaking of Ella, dip me on your fingertips
Swirl me round in your paisley palm and touch me to your lips
Speaking of Ella