Текст песни Harry Connick, Jr. - Other Hours
Harry Connick, Jr. - Other Hours слова песни
Who are you in the other hoursWhen your hair`s undoneAnd your guard`s let downWhen you`re all alone in your all nightgownAre you the life of the party then?Sitting by yourself, againWhere are you in the other hoursAre you in a secret place that calls When you`re by yourself with in your wallsAre you undressed with someplace to goOff to catch your private showWhy do you greet the morning Draping your heart in a shroudWhy must your life be a sideshowPlayed to an ignorant crowdHow are you, in the other hoursDo you pray for morning to arriveDo you wonder how you can stay aliveAre you at peace in a troubled mindHoping no one else would find You`re only playing dumb`til the other hours come[piano]Who do you think you`re foolingTurning your face from the lightClearly you`re turning to somethingthat are revealed by the nightWhat are you in the other hoursAre you queen of some abandoned songThinking how your crown of jewels had shoneYou`re sitting there with no one to reignYou think no one sees your painAnd no one hears your drumSo the other hours come