Seleccione el idioma para traducir esta letra
(Verse 1)
Honey donât fight it and donât get excited
You know underneath it ainât fair
The way that we left it
Know one ever expected I never through that youâd care
You think there been strangers and so many changes
For that there ainât much you can do
But there was a heaven I cannot remember cause all I remember is you
(Verse 2)
So many faces there were so many places
They all seemed to be just the same
Itâs true I was lonesome and I did try to know someone
But really was just a game
Iâve taken Iâve given but not really livin
Not really makin it through
It wasnât worth it and now that I hurtin cause all I was needing was you
(Verse 3)
Oh please please wonât you listen to my prayer?
I promise to be fairer all you need I could please I could please
Donât be uptight and run away frightened
Please donât be turning your back
I see you been sulking but it really was nothinâ
It really was nothinâ like that
I never would leave you and try to deceive you
I know I ainât always been true
But every time after no it never did matter
Cause what really mattered was you
(Instrumental)
(Verse 4)
Cause without your lovinâ itâs like livinâ for nothinâ
Honey it just ainât the same
And if you had others I wonât be bothered
Accuse you or hurt you or blame
So honey donât worry donât be discouraged
You know all we been through
I promised some kisses they all got so distant
Cause honey I missed only you
Yeah I promised some kisses they all got so distant
Cause honey I missed only you
- Álbum:
- Shadow & Light Of Albert Camus
- The Best of Eric Andersen
- Miscellaneous
- Blue Rain
- One More Shot
- Waves (Great American Song Series Vol. 2)
- Eric Andersen: Blue Rain Live
- The Cologne Concert
- Blue River
- Washington Square Memoirs
- Today is The Highway
- Stages: The Lost Album
- The Vanguard History of American Folk Music
- Waves
- Folk, Gospel & Blues: Will the Circle Be Unbroken
- Troubadours of the Folk Era, Volume 1
- Folk Classics
- Best of the Kerrville Folk Festival, Volume 2
- Vanguard Roots of Folk
- Kerouac: Kicks Joy Darkness