Song | Please Be With Me |
Artist | Eric Clapton |
Album | 461 Ocean Boulevard |
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作曲 : Charles Scott Boyer | |
作词 : Boyer | |
Lyrics:Charles Scott Boyer Music:Charles Scott Boyer | |
Oh my word, what does it mean? | |
Is it love or is it me | |
That makes me change so suddenly? | |
Looking out, feeling free. | |
Sit here lying in my bed, | |
Wondering what it was I'd said | |
That made me think I'd lost my head, | |
When I knew I lost my heart instead. | |
Won't you please read my signs, be a gypsy. | |
Tell me what I hope to find deep within me. | |
Because you can find my mind, please be with me. | |
Of all the better things I've heard, | |
Loving you has made the words | |
And all the rest seem so absurd, | |
'Cause in the end it all comes out unsure. | |
Chorus |
zuo qu : Charles Scott Boyer | |
zuo ci : Boyer | |
Lyrics: Charles Scott Boyer Music: Charles Scott Boyer | |
Oh my word, what does it mean? | |
Is it love or is it me | |
That makes me change so suddenly? | |
Looking out, feeling free. | |
Sit here lying in my bed, | |
Wondering what it was I' d said | |
That made me think I' d lost my head, | |
When I knew I lost my heart instead. | |
Won' t you please read my signs, be a gypsy. | |
Tell me what I hope to find deep within me. | |
Because you can find my mind, please be with me. | |
Of all the better things I' ve heard, | |
Loving you has made the words | |
And all the rest seem so absurd, | |
' Cause in the end it all comes out unsure. | |
Chorus |
zuò qǔ : Charles Scott Boyer | |
zuò cí : Boyer | |
Lyrics: Charles Scott Boyer Music: Charles Scott Boyer | |
Oh my word, what does it mean? | |
Is it love or is it me | |
That makes me change so suddenly? | |
Looking out, feeling free. | |
Sit here lying in my bed, | |
Wondering what it was I' d said | |
That made me think I' d lost my head, | |
When I knew I lost my heart instead. | |
Won' t you please read my signs, be a gypsy. | |
Tell me what I hope to find deep within me. | |
Because you can find my mind, please be with me. | |
Of all the better things I' ve heard, | |
Loving you has made the words | |
And all the rest seem so absurd, | |
' Cause in the end it all comes out unsure. | |
Chorus |