extemporal la blues


Every night we fall into bed,
But it's all in my head.
Every night we fall in a heap,
And you kiss me to sleep.
And baby all the sleepy things you say,
Blow me away.
Till the next day,
When I find what we did and we said,
Was all in my head.
Every night you whisper to me,
This always will be.
Every night you smooth down my hair,
But you're not really there.
And darling it seems as if we know,
Our love will grow.
And then the next day,
I find what we did and we said,
It was all in my head.

Drowsy, drinking,
I keep thinking,
We're not far apart.
Scared of waking,
Lonely, aching,
Just me and my hopeless heart.

Sleeping soundly,
Your arms around me.
Through the night we cruise,
Then I find it's in my mind,
That you stroke away my blues.

Every night we fall into bed,
But it's all in my head.
Every night we fall in a heap,
And you kiss me to sleep.
And baby all the sleepy things you say,
Blow me away.
Till the next day,
When I find what we did and we said,
It was all in my head.

3 comments:

TreXeL said...

titlul postului e destept
chiar m-a mancat curiozitatea nestiind interpreta da... nu e blues :)

Andrea said...

aşa este, dacă blues înseamnă a type of song that originated among Black Americans at the beginning of the 20th century, atunci this sure ain t the blues. acum, dacă-mi permiţi, unii dintre noi have got the blues, ceea ce nu înseamnă neapărat o muzichie, ci o stare. aproape că ai trecut testul

TreXeL said...

azi sunt candidatul perfect