7 de julho de 2011

the hundredth time

With a gust that could take down trees,
Oh, I'm feeling ill at ease,
I don't know why I even came here,
Oh, won't someone tell me please?

(c): For I long to have your long arms about me,
But I know I'm crazy to even try,
I'm leaning on a lamppost outside the party,
And crying my eyes out for the hundredth time.

Two by two, they leave together,
I dream of you, up in the heather,
You're singing softly, you're singing sweet,
You singing "Come on baby show me a love that'll
knock me off my feet."