Twelve Thirty

	作词 : Phillips
	I used to live in new york city
	Every thing there was dark and dirty
	Outside my window was a steeple
	With a clock that always said 12: 30
	Young girls are coming to the canyon
	And in the morning
	I can see them walking
	I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
	And I cant keep myself from talking.
	At first so strange to feel so friendly
	To say good morning and really mean it
	To feel these changes happening in me
	But not to notice till
	I feel it.
	Young girls are coming to the canyon
	And in the morning
	I can see them walking
	I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
	And I cant keep myself from talking.
	Cloudy waters cast no reflection
	Images of beauty lie there stagnant
	Vibrations bounce in no direction
	And lie there shattered into fragments.
	Young girls are coming to the canyon
	And in the morning
	I can see them walking
	I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
	And I cant keep myself from talking.

	zuò cí : Phillips
	I used to live in new york city
	Every thing there was dark and dirty
	Outside my window was a steeple
	With a clock that always said 12: 30
	Young girls are coming to the canyon
	And in the morning
	I can see them walking
	I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
	And I cant keep myself from talking.
	At first so strange to feel so friendly
	To say good morning and really mean it
	To feel these changes happening in me
	But not to notice till
	I feel it.
	Young girls are coming to the canyon
	And in the morning
	I can see them walking
	I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
	And I cant keep myself from talking.
	Cloudy waters cast no reflection
	Images of beauty lie there stagnant
	Vibrations bounce in no direction
	And lie there shattered into fragments.
	Young girls are coming to the canyon
	And in the morning
	I can see them walking
	I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
	And I cant keep myself from talking.