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作词 : P.F. Sloan

作曲 : P.F. Sloan

My fingers lay silent on the skin of her conga drum

They're covered by black Spanish hat which I touch with my thumb

I could hear heavy breathin', my heart was pounding, I

Knew the moment had come

To do what must be said

And to ask what should be done

And I can't help but wonder how it might have been

I can't help but wonder, Elisabeth

I looked at her quickly, avoiding her watery eyes

In the awareness of the scene I was playing, well I just had to cry

Elisabeth stood silent, draped in defenses

A victim of tongues that had lied

And I was hoping she'd say something

That would stop me from saying goodbye

Well I can't help but wonder how it might have been

I can't help but wonder, Elisabeth

For every word that I poured out a million more formed in my head

Trying to cover up or bring back to life something we both knew was dead

And there we froze motionless like two crystal statuettes

With nothing more between us to be said

Each of us lost in our frayed-collared thoughts

As into the darkness I fled

And I can't help but wonder how it might have been

I can't help but wonder, Elisabeth