Whiskey Tango - Tanya Donelly

You accuse me of fancy talk

When i’m just trying to find my words

You’ve got a funny way of saying my name

Like i just ripped it off

These whiskey tango ghosts

Won’t leave us alone

But you are too polite to complain

Of the art of speaking plain

I haven’t gathered a thing

While I know we’re dug in deep here

Why can’t we live high with the wind

You’re just a freckle away from changing everything

I’ll make this easy

By calling on my gypsy pedigree

These whiskey tango ghosts

Won’t leave us alone

Of the art of speaking plain

I haven’t gathered a thing

While i know we’re dug in deep here

Why can’t we live high with the wind

Can’t we live

Of the art of making waves

I had my lesson in spades

And these ghosts they make it plain

They’re never going away

And my ghost she makes it plain

I haven’t gathered a thing

Though I know we’re dug in deep here

Why can’t we live high with the wind

Can’t we live