Текст песни Morten Harket - Burning Out Again (A Kind of Christmas Card)
Morten Harket - Burning Out Again (A Kind of Christmas Card) слова песни
Текст песни Morten Harket - Burning Out Again (A Kind of Christmas Card)
All you folks back homeI'll never tell you thisYou're not supposed to knowWhere your daughter isThere are ways of lifeYou never understoodIt's right hereDowntown Hollywood( )It's afternoon on Sunset BoulevardI've got a stolen moment trying hardTo write a kind of christmas cardBut I am burning out againTonight there is fever in my veinsMama, dearAll the love you gaveI guess there's really nothingNothing much to saveThis place is as dirty as I feel myselfThere are still some richesAt the RooseveltThat evening prayerThose memoriesIn my little bedroom, mama, on my kneesThat's where I'm atDown in Los AngelesAnd I am burning out againAnd I must rise above the shameTonigh there is fever in my veinsJust think of the girl I used to beYou were my age once, mamaTwenty-threeI can still hear some of the songs you used to playFrom that summer of love in '68Seems it's turned into a winter of hateAnd I am burning out again