Nothing is worth reading that does not require an alert mind.
Charles Dudley Warner
Yes it's true I have a gift of sometimes acting special
Wearing my facade for all to see
Truth I guess is I'm afraid, of being on the level
Showing what I really think of me
[Spoken Intro]
Morning! Today's forecast calls for blue skies
[Verse 1]
Sun is shining in the sky
There ain't a cloud in sight
Love for sale
Advertising young love for sale
Love's that fresh, still unspoilt
Love that slowly slimes the soil
Love for sale
Turn the lights on! Oh wo-oh, oh wo-oh
We share something so common
Still so rare, and I'm in awe
Never been here before
So high, we're still climbing
I was young but I wasn't naive
I watched helpless as he turned around to leave
And still I have the pain I have to carry
A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried
After all this time
I look in your eyes
And I see a little bit of heaven in view
I face your disguise and
I See you running too
A teardrop of silence
That's dissipating in an ocean of blue
(Shiela, Shiela, wa wawawa woo)
Shiela is yesterday's kiss,
The girl who loved me, the heart that I miss,
At times when old flames reappear,
I cry over souvenirs, or smile at lonely flowers.
Those hours with Shiela, I'll never regain,
Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All those things that don't change come what may
But our good times are all gone
And I'm bound for moving on
I could be trembling when I talk to you.
I could be making up all sorts of things that are not true.
I could tell a half truth, but I cannot tell a lie.
I could tell a story that is ten feet high.
My stomach flutters, and I feel sometimes ashamed,
Tình yêu từ lâu còn chưa dám trao về ai
Vì vết thương đau tình xưa vẫn chưa lành
Người anh từng yêu giờ đang ở phương trời xa
Mà tim anh lại đang bồi hồi với em
Bóng tối quá khứ vương vấn anh bấy lâu nay
