My, how I miss Your tender kiss And the wonderful things you would do I run my hands Through silvery strands 'Cause I'm blue turning gray over you You
You run, you hide As tears fall from your eyes They fall like snow From a wounded soul You hold inside The hurt of great divide The hole is starting
I?ve been holding on To things like dreams that never seem to die And I?m not so strong to lay them down And say my goodbyes How do you say goodbye?
Traduction: Holiday, Billie. Blue Turning Grey Over You.
to take away for a different time and place, to save glittering blue all the way for another grey today little dream to save away of a perfect holiday
Where is the moment we needed the most You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost They tell me your blue skies fade to grey They tell me your passion
myself We are the season's new collection We look like everybody else Walk alone Through the crowded streets into the fading grey Here and gone Like a decoration for the holiday
good to die today Blue to grey Grow up and blow away Blue to grey Grow up and blow away Blue to grey Grow up and blow away Blue to grey Grow up and
Who that lookin over the shoulders of those writin dreams Fiendin for the taste of menthol Missed class stayed in the hall Lookin for a squeeze play, better yet a holiday
by Daniel Powter] Where is the moment we needed the most You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost You tell me your blue skies fade to grey You tell
the end of the day, when everyone's resigned To the heart of the matter and the measures in mind King Zog's back from holiday, Mary Lupescu's grey And
the holiday card i didn't know you moved so far away the winter months were the usual mess back here in new york every day another shade of grey i'
I've got a little gypsy in my heart When I'm old and grey and settled down If I ever get a chance to sneak away from town Then I'll spend my busman's holiday
me of you. Seagulls and aeroplanes, Things of the sky, Winds that go howling, Breezes that sigh, City sight, neon lights, Grey skies or blue, All kinds
Holiday, O, A Holiday! And the best one of the year Dozing off underneath my sheets While I cover both my ears But if I wait for a holiday could it ever
done So honey, step down from your throne That look in your eyes Don't bother me none Can take or leave you alone From my window Skys ain't grey nomore
