Žodžiai dainai: Monkees. Love Is Only Sleeping.

She looked at me
And the emptiness in her eyes
Was cruel to see

Then she turned away and said
"Once I loved, but love is dead"
And I whispered
"Sometimes love is only sleeping"

She said, "I cannot cry
And I cannot give or feel
Or even try"

And her voice was hard and cold
Then her sweet young face looked old
And I whispered
"Sometimes love is only sleeping"

Through the endless days and nights
She could not help but wrap herself in sorrow, sorrow
Through the endless days and nights
We waited for a shiny new tomorrow, tomorrow

Love was sleeping, sleeping
(Sleeping, sleeping)

She looked at me
And her smiling tears feel warm
And sweet and free

And the moonlight kissed her eyes
As it mingled with our sighs
And she whispered
"Sometimes love is only sleeping"

And she whispered
"Sometimes love is only sleeping"
Only sleeping, only sleeping
Only sleeping, only sleeping
(Sleeping)
Only sleeping