There's a voice on the phone Telling what had happened Some kind of confusion More like a disaster And it wondered how You were left unaffected But you
Well, morning came And it dressed the sky in a lovely yellow gown Now the shops they are all opening In that narrow hallway of downtown Filled with people
as new as the day it was found Love is real, it is not just in long distance commercials Or something that you thought you felt back in high school So I will turn
would do like my father has done Yes, we will never break from these chains Your life's gonna course like a history book Don't be frightened of turning the page
It was in the march of the winter I turned seventeen That I bought those pills, I thought I would need And I wrote a letter to my family, said it's not
I met you through a common friend in the attic of my parents house and though I didn't know it then I soon was finding out you are the roots that sleep
really, really turning me on (On, on, on) Turning me, turning me, turning me on Turning me, turning me, turning me on On, on, on, on, on, on, on, on Really, really turning
Never-Ending Project Written by Michael Schenk and Nicholas La Torre Music by Michael Schenk and Nicholas La Torre Performed by Turning Pages Each step
译文: 托米页. 至于我在.
: There's a voice on the phone telling what had happened, some kind of confusion more like a disaster. And it wondered how you were left unaffected,
: I met you through a common friend In the attic of my parents' house And though I didn't know it then I soon was finding out Oh, you are the roots that
be as new as the day it was found Love is real It is not just in long distance commercials Or something that you thought you felt back in high school So I will turn
: Well morning came And it dressed the sky In a lovely yellow gown Now the shops they are All opening In that narrow hallway of downtown Filled with
would do like my father has done Yes, we will never break from these chains Your life is gonna course like a history book Don't be frightened of turning the page
: It was in the march of the winter I turned seventeen That I bought those pills I thought I would need And I wrote a letter to my family Said it's not
Well morning came And it dressed the sky In a lovely yellow gown Now the shops they are All opening In that narrow hallway of downtown Filled with people
It was in the march of the winter I turned seventeen That I bought those pills I thought I would need And I wrote a letter to my family Said it's not
