Overs

Overs - The Tribute Co.

Why don't we stop foolin' ourselves

The game is over over over

No good times no bad times

There's no times at all

Just the New York times

Sittin' on the windowsill

Near the flowers

We might as well be apart

It hardly matters

We sleep separately

And drop a smile passin' in the hall

But there's no laughs left

'Cause we laughed them all

And we laughed them all

In a very short time

Time is tapping on my forehead

Hangin' from my mirror

Rattlin' the teacups

And I wonder how long can I delay

We're just a habit like saccharin

And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue

But each time I try on

The thought of leavin' you

I stop

I stop and think it over