Overs歌词

作词 : Paul Simon
作曲 : Paul Simon

Why don't we stop fooling ourselves

The game is over over over

No good times no bad times

There's no times at all
Just The New York Times

Sitting on the windowsill

Near the flowers

We might as well be apart

It hardly matters

We sleep separately

And drop a smile passing in the hall

But there's no laughs left
'Cause we laughed them all

And we laughed them all

In a very short time
Time
Is tapping on my forehead

Hanging from my mirror

Rattling the teacups
And I wonder
How long can I delay

We're just a habit
Like Saccharin

And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue

But each time I try on
The thought of leaving you

I stop

I stop and think it over