Out of my Book - текст песни
Out of my Book
We sat by ourselves, still looking for company; There could have been peace, but that eluded me - All I could think of was what was on my mind. You tried to be kind, But I blocked your feelings. Now, senses still reeling, you sit in your quiet room and cry. You tried to make me one, But I always hide when there's a glimpse of sun.
Running along in sunlight meadows, Your eyes were never more than half-closed: Through fluttering lashes, you watched me watching you. I tried to be true To the way that you thought I ought to be But, in spite of all my efforts, I failed. I tried to make you see But your eyes are blind to all but the bad in me.
What do you think I mean When I say that I need you? How am I supposed to seem When we hit another problem And the answers are all torn from my book?
Our lives are on paths we just can't control; We can grow closer as we get old. Can you imagine us as we adjust? Can you imagine us Getting near eighty; We live more sedately, still hoping the dreams will come true? We'll try to be secure.
But I'm of uncertain mind And how can I be sure? How can I be sure?
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