Текст песни Simon and Garfunkel - Overs
Simon and Garfunkel - Overs слова песни
Why don`t we stop fooling ourselves?The game is over,Over, Over.No good times, no bad times,There`s no times at all,Just The New York Times,Sitting on the windowsillNear the flowers.We might as well be apart.It hardly matters,We sleep separately.And drop a smile passing in the hallBut there`s no laughs left`Cause we laughed them all.And we laughed them allIn a very short time.TimeIs tapping on my forehead,Hanging from my mirror,Rattling the teacups,And I wonder,How long can I delay?We`re just a habitLike saccharin.And I`m habitually feelin` kinda blue.But each time I try onThe thought of leaving you,I stop...I stop and think it over