Tim Buckley - Love from room 109 at the Islander (on Pacific Coast Highway)" | Текст песни

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• Love from room 109 at the Islander (on Pacific Coast Highway)"

I was lost without a song without a melody
You came into my hotel life
You made my room a home
Ah now, mama, don't you know what you done

Ah, you made the sunshine in the city
Oh, you warmed my heart
You changed an old man filled with pity
Back to a child again
Ah now, mama, can't you see what you done

So tell me darlin' if the feeling's wrong
Don't waste another day
Lord, the saddest thing I've ever known
Was to watch it die away
Ah now, mama, don't you lie don't you lie

Oh, how can my giving find the rhythm and the time of you
Unless you sing your songs to me
The smell of your sweet skin does entangle my dream
Oh may I stand here awhile living your smile

Oh, how could you ever know what you've done
You warmed my heart when I was so all alone
But all I have to give
Are my dreams of coming and going forever
Inside the rivers of time you'll find me waiting
For you to find peace in your mind
So we can love again

I feel what you feel,
If you feel what you feel,
And I see what you see,
If you see what you see,
So it goes on and on
On it goes, on and on

It's my heart and your heart,
It's our hearts together,
You sing and I'll bring,
We'll both love together,
And all I know is let it grow
All you'll find is peace of mind.

I got this strange strange feelin'
Deep down in my heart
I can't tell what it is
But it won't let go
It happens every time
I give you more than what I have
But now all I need is a little time to sing this song
And I think we're gonna find a way to lose this strange feelin'

All around I feel ya, darlin', feel ya darlin'
When you're home all alone
Oh, don't you need somebody to talk your troubles to
Ah, lord I know I wanna catch the morning train, lord the first thing
Oh, I wanna hear you say we're gonna take that strange feelin'
Oh, take it all away

Well it's just like a mockingbird a-singing on a hillside
Churping at his morning song
But don't you weep don't you fret don't you wail don't you moan
Can't you hear that whiporwill a-callin?
Now don't you worry
Your daddy's comin' home
He's gonna chase those blues away
And believe me when I say
We're gonna lose that strange feelin' all around all around...

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