Из альбома: Grand Prix
If she lived in space, man
I'd build a plane
Out of luck so beam me up
To hear her talking again
She painted pictures
That never dried
Always tried to keep the feeling alive
Need a crystal ball to see her in the morning
And magic eyes to read between the lines.
I take a wrong direction
From a shooting star
In the love dimension
Fading fast from taking this too far
That summer feeling is gonna fly
Always try and keep the feeling inside
Need a crystal ball to see her in the morning
And magic eyes to read between the lines
I took a wrong direction
From a shooting star
In the love dimension
Fading fast from taking this to far
Need a magic ball to see her in the morning
And crystal eyes to read between the lines
Need a magic ball to see her in the morning
And crystal eyes to read between the lines