'Take it or leave it', I've heard it been said All this spring fevers just way over my head Stealin' my moments, takin' up all my time It's playin' Russian
The light is fading in the afternoon Won?t you see me baby, in my room? There?s something that I wanna say to you Tell me baby, am I getting through?
days like this" When you don't need to worry there'll be days like this When no one's in a hurry there'll be days like this When you don't get betrayed
fact and fiction And the whole world has gone astray That?s why there?s no religion No religion, no religion here today And there?s no straight answers Of what this
a town, in a town All along, all along that road, all along that road All along that road with the trance like vision Along that road with the trance like
's just nowhere to turn Underlying depression and things just seem to turn in on one Sometimes I'm stuck here in the corner Just like little Jack Horner
, baby in my room When I'm really down get me off the ground Melancholia Melancholia Melancholia In the morning time when I go outside In the morning time it's like
What you are asking fits with everything on my list This could be the perfect fit Tell me that it's madness to want something quite like this But they
I don't fade away I don't fade away I don't fade away Unless I want to Put on your dancing shoes Dance away your blues When I'm feeling like this I
I'm a songwriter and I know just where I stand I'm a songwriter, pen and paper in my hand Get the words on the page, please don't call me a sage I'm a
days like this When you don't need to worry there'll be days like this When no one's in a hurry there'll be days like this When you don't get betrayed
译文: 范莫里森. 像这天.
: Take it or leave it I've heard it been said All this Spring fever's just way over my head Stealing my moments, taking up all my time It's playing Russian
touch What you are asking fits with everything on my list This could be the perfect fit Tell me that it's madness to want something quite like this But
and there's ust nowhere to turn Underlying depression and things just seem to turn in on one Sometimes I'm stuck in the corner just like Little Jack Horner