The morning sun is creeping in I wake and dont know where i am I keep moving on I take a breath I look around I see the boxes on the ground I keep moving
A sleepless night in the city No peace and quiet in the city It's hotter than the water from a boiler in The basement of Hell In this low rent, walk-up
Too many people seeking power and fame Steppin on anyone that gets in the way And I dont know how they want to play that game But I wanna find a better
a shame that nobody ever told you, But I hope you believe it someday. Cuz you shine like the stars in the evening, And youa??re as soft as the break day
Summer, pictures that play in my mind Dream of an innocent time, dear Flowers and 4th of Julys, dear Summer is still on my mind Summer, a bitter sweet
I In the shade of a weeping willow Once I played as an innocent child And the earth was my only pillow As I gazed at the clouds passing by II What became
I'm frozen like a photo, a sepia-colored picture, voices in the hall, line the flower on the wall. Me n Isabella, playin' the piano, melodies we pen,
ترجمه: اسپنسر روز. انجمنها شما به من.
ترجمه: اسپنسر Bohren. وسط روز.
ترجمه: اسپنسر Bohren. یکی دیگر از روز.
