What a waste, I could've been your lover What a waste, I could've been your friend Perfect love is like a blossom that fades so quick When it's blowing
as the blue heart turns And the blue girl's dawn is when the sun goes down A story tonight is from your solitude heights I got a window on your constellation Master I love
at the bar Tell me all about your men And your hopes and the hours of your life You could love After all that's what you're looking for You can love
pennies careful Let both blue eyes be watchful It's best to forget freedom It's best to be enslaved It's better still to love first It's harder still to love
shoes and cagoule Look I'm getting closer to the real world (Tell me where the girls are?) Thinking about happiness Thinking about Tara Thinking about sorrow Thinking about
spell That would make you help Write about love, it could be in any tense But it must make sense I know a trick Forget that you are sick Write about love
from wanting to say something good Feel something good The sea cries of loves of girls The sea cries of boys The storm, we are the both of us Too close to ever love
will I love you Now your chapter's over Ever will I love you You were good to me Now a planted memory Is a cherished story Moan about the present And
me the understanding) I want the world to stop (I want the world to stop) Give me the morning (Give me the afternoon, the night, the night) I want to write
Money makes the wheels and the world go round Forget about it, honey Make me dance, I want to surrender Your familiar arms I remember Everybody's talking about
I saw you around When you were young and free How did I know? Try, but I can't remember How it began (Back in the day) Was there a plan? (Follow my way
spell That would you make help Write about love, it could be in any tense, but it must make sense I know a trick Forget that you are sick Write about love
spell That would you make well Write about love, it could be in any tense, but it must make sense I know a trick Forget that you are sick Write about love
Перевод: Себастьян, Бель. Писать о любви.
(money makes the wheels and the world go round) Forget about it, honey Make me dance, I want to surrender Your familiar arms, I remember Everybody's talking about
seat at the bar Tell me all about your men And your hopes And the hours of your life You could love After all that's what you're looking for You can love
move to the suburbs In between I watch and go I run along side rush hour traffic a prayer for every car I want the world to stop? I want to write a