In the first many minutes By our thirty second hand At this hour as we lay here still As the shape your hair makes Goes running cross my face I am certain of time and of place.
(turnin' over) turnin' over as these evenings pass Turnin' over (turnin' over) as the bottle fills the glass Turnin' over (turnin' over) my hand on this ring Turnin' over as you and I lie here sleepin'.
As the last of many passions First flickers then does fade At this hour when nights become days As the paper and it's glare Turn over in my mind I am certain of yours and of mine.
(turnin' over) turnin' over as these evenings pass Turnin' over (turnin' over) as the bottle fills the glass Turnin' over (turnin' over) my hand on this ring Turnin' over as you and I lie here sleepin'.
Reach for the linen tablecloth Catch fire, catch fire and burn Put out with the back of the glass And you and I turn over, turn.
Turnin' over (turnin' over) Turnin' over (turnin' over) as the fire fills the glass Turnin' over (turnin' over) my hand on this ring Turnin' over.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
