Song | Eve |
Artist | Carpenters |
Album | The Essential Collection 1965 - 1997 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:John Bettis Music:Richard Carpenter | |
Eve I can't believe that you could mean what you just said, | |
Think of what you are, how very far you are from being real, | |
Look into the mirror--nothing there to see, | |
Eve I can't believe you'd really leave him. | |
Notice how her image saddens, how lonely she's become, | |
Just once I'd like to see her happy, before the winter comes. | |
Eve I wouldn't lie, the open sky is not your home, | |
Wide as it may be, reality is here among the stones, | |
Thorns among the roses add to what is real, | |
Eve you are a rose among the thorns here. | |
Notice how her image saddens, how lonely she's become, | |
Just once I'd like to see her happy, before the winter comes. | |
I wish her only good times, before the winter comes. |
Lyrics: John Bettis Music: Richard Carpenter | |
Eve I can' t believe that you could mean what you just said, | |
Think of what you are, how very far you are from being real, | |
Look into the mirrornothing there to see, | |
Eve I can' t believe you' d really leave him. | |
Notice how her image saddens, how lonely she' s become, | |
Just once I' d like to see her happy, before the winter comes. | |
Eve I wouldn' t lie, the open sky is not your home, | |
Wide as it may be, reality is here among the stones, | |
Thorns among the roses add to what is real, | |
Eve you are a rose among the thorns here. | |
Notice how her image saddens, how lonely she' s become, | |
Just once I' d like to see her happy, before the winter comes. | |
I wish her only good times, before the winter comes. |
Lyrics: John Bettis Music: Richard Carpenter | |
Eve I can' t believe that you could mean what you just said, | |
Think of what you are, how very far you are from being real, | |
Look into the mirrornothing there to see, | |
Eve I can' t believe you' d really leave him. | |
Notice how her image saddens, how lonely she' s become, | |
Just once I' d like to see her happy, before the winter comes. | |
Eve I wouldn' t lie, the open sky is not your home, | |
Wide as it may be, reality is here among the stones, | |
Thorns among the roses add to what is real, | |
Eve you are a rose among the thorns here. | |
Notice how her image saddens, how lonely she' s become, | |
Just once I' d like to see her happy, before the winter comes. | |
I wish her only good times, before the winter comes. |