Walking The Floor On My Hands

作词:佚名

作曲:Springfield

所属专辑:The Classic Gold Collection: 1967 - 1985

歌词

@migu music@

VERSE 1

Everything is out of season,

the price of love is higher than the moon.

Everything is out of season,

your kiss is like a wintery falling dune,

and quite soon you will be gone.

VERSE 2

Everything is out of season,

your taste is like a frozen tangerine.

Shivering without a reason,

I think that's gonna be the promantry,

too much sunshine has come my way (baby).

CHORUS

I can see your looking fine,

love that's kept on ice I can use anytime.

To love was so much warmer on a colder day,

not so far away,

and there's something very strange that I just had to say.

VERSE 3

Everything is out of season,

and dreams have got away of growing old.

Everything is out of season,

I think I've gone and caught a summer cold,

and quite soon you will be gone (yeah baby, alright).

CHORUS

VERSE 3

Everything is out of season,

Everything is out of season,

Everything is out of season.

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