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 windowsill
Near the flowers
We might as well be apart
It hardly matters
We sleep separately
And drop a smile passing 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
Hanging from my mirror
Rattling 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 leaving you
I stop
I stop and think it over