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发表于 2009-8-10 13:17:15
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本帖最后由 evelyn 于 2009-8-11 11:15 编辑
stay out of trouble
I walked around for hours,
two ten pence pieces in my hand.
I was alone and freezing,
still trying hard to understand you.
I left the others knowing
I had to work this by myself.
But now the feeling's growing,
I would be better off with their help.
So baby, what we've got has lately,
not been enough.
I wish I had your scarf still,
that once embraced,
and kept me warm.
I wish you could be with me,
in these last days when I am still hopelessly poor.
Stay out of trouble,
stay in touch.
Try not to think about me too much.
Singing softly to me
Things seem so much better when
they're not part of your close surroundings.
Like words in a letter sent,
amplified by the distance.
Possibilities and sweeter dreams,
sights and sounds calling from far away,
calling from far away.
I didn't know you then, now did I girl?
I couldn't hear you singing softly to me.
I didn't know you then, now did I girl?
I didn't see the brave girl so near me.
I didn't know you then, now did I girl?
I couldn't hear you singing softly to me,
singing softly to me.
I wanted a mystery that couldn't be solved,
I wanted a puzzle with pieces missing.
I wanted a story that couldn't be told,
only the fishing part of fishing.
I didn't know you then, now did I girl?
I couldn't hear you singing softly to me.
I didn't know you then, now did I girl?
I didn't see the brave girl so near me.
I didn't know you then, now did I girl?
I couldn't hear you singing softly to me,
singing softly to me.
And now I find
it was you all the time.
I'm in love again,
it's too late now... |
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