Yellowcard - Dear Bobbie (каждая ночная поездка в Турции из одного города в другой, не обходилась без этой песни..много хороших воспоминаний) | Текст песни
Dear Bobbie (каждая ночная поездка в Турции из одного города в другой, не обходилась без этой песни..много хороших воспоминаний)
(Dear Bobbie, Do you remember when you were young and very pretty? I do. I remember pleated skirts, black and white saddle shoes. Do you remember dancing half the night? I do. I still think of you when we dance, although we can’t jitterbug as we did then.)
Do you remember when? How long has it been? 1945 You opened my blue eyes To see a whole new life
Do you remember when? I told you this that night That if you're by my side When every day begins I'll fall for you again I made a promise when I told you this that night
I'll be fine ‘Cause when I die, then I die loving you It's alright, I'll be fine When I die, then I die loving you Loving you, loving you
(Do you remember the times we would give up on each other and get back together? Then we finally was married in 1949. We drove the yellow convertible on our honeymoon. Do you remember? I do.)
Life has led us here Together all these years This house that we have made Holds twenty-thousand days And memories we've saved Since life has led us here
And I'll be fine (I’ll be fine) ’Cause when I die, then I die loving you It's alright (It's alright), I’ll be fine (I’ll be fine) ‘Cause when I die, then I die loving you Loving you, loving you
I'm coming home to you Slipping off my shoes Resting in my chair I see you standing there The silver in your hair I'm coming home to you
When I lay tonight, when I close my eyes I know the sun will rise Here or the next life As long as you're still mine
Then it’s alright, I'll be fine ‘Cause when I die, then I die loving you It's alright, I'll be fine ‘Cause when I die, then I die loving you Loving you, loving you
(You have grey hair now, but you are a beautiful woman and the years have been good to both of us. We walk slow now, but we still have each other. The glue of love is still bonding us together. Love is what I remember. Do you remember?)