It's a lesson too late for the learning Made of sand, made of sand In the winking of an eye my soul is turning In your hand, in your hand.
Are you going away with no word of farewell? Will there be not a trace left behind? I could have loved you better Didn't mean to be unkind But you know that was the last thing on my mind.
You had reasons plenty for going This I know, this I know. For the weeds have been steadily growing Please don't go, please don't go.
Are you going away with no word of farewell? Will there be not a trace left behind? I could have loved you better Didn't mean to be unkind But you know that was the last thing on my mind.
As we walk, my thoughts are a-tumbling Round and round, round and round And the subway beneath my feet is a-rumbling Underground, underground
Are you going away with no word of farewell? Will there be not a trace left behind? I could have loved you better Didn't mean to be unkind But you know that was the last thing on my mind.
As I lie in my bed in the morning Without you, without you. Every song in my breast dies a-borning Without you, without you.
Are you going away with no word of farewell? Will there be not a trace left behind? I could have loved you better Didn't mean to be unkind But you know that was the last thing on my mind. Oh yes, that was the last thing on my mind.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
