It begins to tell. 'Round midnight, midnight. I do pretty well, till after sundown. Suppertime I'm feelin' sad. But it really gets bad. 'Round midnight.
It begins to tell. 'Round midnight, midnight. I do pretty well, till after sundown. Suppertime I'm feelin' sad. But it really gets bad. 'Round midnight.
Floating in the sea. Living in a dream of various colors. Looking at the sunset. Signal of a perfect life and world. . Waking up in the distance. In a bed of flowers, peace and joy.
We meet up again, the usual place. Nowhere I have been for a long time. The right features to the smallest detail, and the voice that I know so well. .
It begins to tell. 'Round midnight, midnight. I do pretty well, till after sundown. Suppertime I'm feelin' sad. But it really gets bad. 'Round midnight.
Slip slide through the riptide. With the misguide through the pig sty. Heart on the rib side, this guy. Never switched sides never wish I'd. Fly over enemies.
you could be mine like you once were. but it never works when the ships sail away. and each goes their own way. . you could stay here like you did before.