Paroles de la chanson One Way Left par
It wasn't the way she wore her clothes
Nor the colour of her hair
It wasn't the look she had in her eyes
and it wasn't even something
He'd ever seen somewhere
And it wasn't like his heart to tell him lies
Who could've said
who could've known
Who could've thought
Time was moving slow
And they were caught
It wasn't the soft song in her voice
That kept him holding on
It wasn't her gentle tenderness
Nor the colour of her hair
It wasn't the look she had in her eyes
and it wasn't even something
He'd ever seen somewhere
And it wasn't like his heart to tell him lies
Who could've said
who could've known
Who could've thought
Time was moving slow
And they were caught
It wasn't the soft song in her voice
That kept him holding on
It wasn't her gentle tenderness
But of one thing he was sure
Like the beating of a drum
It wasn't something he could lay to rest
Who could've said
who could've known
Who could've thought
Time was moving slow
And they were caught
Only one way left to go
Like the beating of a drum
It wasn't something he could lay to rest
Who could've said
who could've known
Who could've thought
Time was moving slow
And they were caught
Only one way left to go