Текст песни Pat Benatar - Wuthering Heights
Pat Benatar - Wuthering Heights слова песни
Out on the wiley, windy moors, wed roll and fall in greenYou had a temper like my jealousy, too hot, too greadyHow could you leave me, when I needed to possess youI hated you, I loved you tooBad dreams in the nightYou told me I was going to lose the fightLeave behind myWuthering, wuthering, wuthering heightsHeathcliff, its me, Im cathy, Ive come homeIm - so cold, let me in your windowHeathcliff, its me, Im cathy, Ive come homeIm - so cold, let me in your windowOoh, it gets dark, it gets lonelyOn the other side from youI pine a lot, I find the lot falls through without youIm coming back love, cruel heathcliffMy one dream, my only masterToo long I roam in the nightIm coming back to his side to put it rightIm coming home toWuthering, wuthering, wuthering heightsHeathcliff, its me, Im cathy, Ive come homeIm - so cold, let me in your windowHeathcliff, its me, Im cathy, Ive come homeIm - so cold, let me in your windowOoh, let me have it, let me grab your soul awayOoh, let me have it, let me grab your soul awayYou know its me, cathyHeathcliff, its me, Im cathy, Ive come homeIm - so cold, let me in your windowHeathcliff, its me, Im cathy, Ive come homeIm - so cold, let me in your windowHeathcliff, its me, Im cathy, Ive come homeSo coldWritten by: kate bush time: 4:28