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I know we could be so happy baby (if we wanted to be)
Jeff Buckley - I know we could be so happy baby (if we wanted to be)
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Interpret: Jeff Buckley Žánr: Národnost: - Poslední album: Sketches For My Sweetheart The Drunk |
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I KNOW WE COULD BE SO HAPPY BABY (IF WE WANTED TO BE)Interpret: Jeff Buckley Text písně There's no easy answer None to blame or forgive Two cripples dancing To the end we live I'm not with you not of you Not with you, not of you You are soft and young to me I am the ghost who comes and goes And I hope I'll catch you In the throws of one last look at the wonder One last look at the wonder O, God, I love you And all the past we once knew Some other love becomes you Whatever else we come to I know we could be so happy, baby If we wanted to be You are soft and young to me I am the ghost who comes and goes I'm hoping that I'll catch you in the throws Of one last look at joy that we've become But there's no easy answer, none to blame or forgive We were two cripples dancing To the bitter end we live I'm not with you, but of you I'm not with you but of you O, God, I loved you And all the past we once knew Some other love becomes you Whatever else it comes to I know we could be so happy, baby If we wanted to be We had a birthplace in common We had separate beds and lives I'll just sit here and glow Break out the oldest pictures Hand your ruined letters out to dry We had a birthplace in common And separate beds and lives And lives, and lives I know that we could be so happy, baby If we wanted to be I know that we could be so happy, baby Yeah oh. Komentáře |