Barclay James Harvest - Poor Man's Moody Blues (lyrics) скачать в хорошем качестве

Barclay James Harvest - Poor Man's Moody Blues (lyrics)

I feel you every time when you think of me... I feel my heart changing a beat... I'm there the nights of loneliness, the nights when love wants torture you, the times when love wants to punish you ... I am there and you are here. Finally I did not stop to stop my mind... My heart has overwhelmed my mind... You are there... You exist and I do not know when you will stop to be there ... I do not know if I want to stop being you there ... I do not know ... I whisper "Let me come with you, I love you" and the candle - white ... did you see it? - extinguished in the last word I wrote in a letter that you will never receive ... Because there are words that are lost in the souls which are nostalgic, words that sigh in the bottom of loneliness. "... lyrics All the nights that I've missed you All the nights without end All the times that I've called you Only needing a friend Now your eyes shine with beauty That I missed long ago Guess the truth is I love you I can't say any more 'Cause I need you Yes, I want you Yes, I love you As I look from my window To the streets where you stand I am gazing through dark glass We can't walk hand in hand Though your friends try to tell me Though your friends you defend They keep my heart from your heart We must be in the end 'Cause I love you Yes, I need you Yes, I love you, love you All the nights that I've missed you All the nights without end All the times that I've called you Only needing a friend Now your eyes shine with beauty That I missed long ago Guess the truth is I love you I can't say any more 'Cause I need you Yes, I want you Yes, I love you, love you 'Cause I need you Yes, I want you Yes, I love you, love you, love you Disclaimer : No copyright infringement intended. The audio content doesn't belong to me I don't make profit out of this video, I do not own copyright of the photos, they are from the web. This is purely for entertainment