paroles de chanson The Letter (Guilty) - Sir Charles Jones
When
your
only
friends
are
hotel
rooms
Hands
are
distant
lullabies
If
I
could
turn
around
I
would
tonight
These
roads
never
seemed
so
long
Since
your
paper
heart
start
beating
leaving
me
suddenly
alone
Will
daybreak
ever
come?
Who's
gonna
call
on
Sunday
morning?
Who's
gonna
drive
you
home?
I
just
want
one
more
chance
To
put
my
arms
in
fragile
hands
I
thought
you
said
forever
Over
and
over
A
sleepless
night
becomes
bitter
oblivion
These
thoughts
run
through
my
head
Over
and
over
Complaints
of
violins
become
my
only
friends
August
evenings
Bring
solemn
warnings
To
remember
to
kiss
the
ones
you
love
goodnight
You
never
know
what
temporal
days
may
bring
So
laugh,
love,
live
free
and
sing
When
life
is
in
discord
Praise
ye
the
lord
Who's
gonna
call
on
Sunday
morning?
Who's
gonna
drive
you
home?
I
just
want
one
more
chance
To
put
my
arms
in
fragile
hands
I
thought
you
said
forever
Over
and
over
The
sleepless
night
becomes
bitter
oblivion
These
thoughts
run
through
my
head
Over
and
over
Complaints
of
violins
become
my
only
friends
I
thought
you
said
forever
Over
and
over
The
sleepless
night
becomes
bitter
oblivion
These
thoughts
run
through
my
head
Over
and
over
Complaints
of
violins
become
my
only
friends
I
thought
you
said
forever
Over
and
over
These
thoughts
run
through
my
head
Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.