The cops are hanging around the house The cars outside look like they've got the blues The moon don't know if it's day or night Everybody's creeping around with plastic covers on their shoes You're making coffee for everyone concerned Someone points to this and someone points to that Everyone is saying that you should lie down But you ain't having none of that And I say to the sleepy summer rain With a complete absence of pain You might think I'm crazy But I'm still in love with you
Hide your eyes, hide your tears, Hide your face, my love Hide your ribbons, hide your bows Hide your coloured cotton gloves Hide your trinkets, hide your treasures Hide your neatly scissored locks Hide your memories, hide them all Stuff them in a cardboard box Or throw them into the street below Leave them to the wind and the rain and the snow For you might think I'm crazy But I'm still in love with you
Call me up, baby, and I will answer your call Call me up but remember I am no use to you at all
Now, you're standing at the top of the stairs One hand on the banister, a flower in your hair The other one resting on your hip Without a solitary care I fall to sleep in the summer rain With no single memory of pain And you might think I'm crazy But I'm still in love with youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
