Rosaline I have loved you From the steeple to the streets of Rome And I know, Ah yes I know, what's goin' down They will come When it's early And breathe to me your last goodbye And our long, long love is finally drowned
Teenage dreams Satin tresses Lie deserted all along the strand And the ferryman has poled his way off home Angels screamed In those evenings When I promised you my dying days And my heart hatched its treasons to run
And Ah These latter days I'm fed on distant rumours But third-hand news is news enough For hopeless dream consumers
Quite at ease In an armchair Steaming coffee standing on my knee I can still hear you whispering when the fire sighs Rosaline How I have loved you With a careless kind of vanity As they turned you around And split us apart And like a fool I ran from the start And in the end they told much smoother lies Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.