me Sweet little darling Where will we be Sweet little darling Where will we be It's hard to conceive it All comes to an end A joke when it's funny,
I took a ride in an automobile Pushed my hands out against the wheel Asked a girl if she needed a ride She said, "Sure, babe, but I wanna drive" Hey
Early morning Eight o'clock precise I see the lonely August sun arise Say you know, you will Move me like you do Out on the fields Waiting for whole
Half of a letter Tells half a story The way I see it It's half the worry Where I came from I forgot too soon... East of the sun And west of the moon
We got married on a cold mid-winter's morning We said our lines Then kissed And it was over Those pronouncements had such weight I guess they made us
Your coat is hanging loosely On your slender frame There's many roads to leave by But few come back again I don't believe it, I believe it Take a look
Sometimes the way we talk isn't all that good We can't change though we know we should Baby, these fights we have aren't always fair Was this problem
Waiting for her That's all I ever do, waiting for her So why didn't I take the measures justified Our love has always been the same She comes, then goes
I pray for stormy weather To hide these tears I hope you'll never see Some day when my cryin's done I'm gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun I may be a
Can't stop thinking 'bout it It fills me with unease Out there by the roadside, something's buried Under sycamore leaves Hey yeah, under sycamore leaves
over I'll wait, I will Like the years of silence To the growing violence Like a rolling thunder Rolling up from under Don't ever leave me this way Wait a
(Pal Waaktaar) Half of a letter Tells half a story The way I see it It's half the worry Where I came from I forgot too soon... East of the sun And west
翻訳: a - haの. イーストオブザサン、月の西.
翻訳: a - haの. 日の東.
: We got married on a cold mid-winter's morning We said our lines Then kissed And it was over Those pronouncements had such weight I guess they made
: Early morning Eight o'clock precise I see the lonely August sun arise Say you know You will Move me like you do Out on the fields... I'm waiting
: Your coat is hanging loosely On your slender frame There's many roads to leave by But few come back again I don't believe it I believe it Take a
: Half of a letter Tells half a story The way I see it It's half the worry Where I came from I forgot too soon... East of the sun And west of the moon
