Oh, sincerely, I must tell you that I really love you dearly But you are so obsessed with yourself There's no room for me You can't give me all the things
ourselves I wanna know you now, come out of isolation I wanna show myself Oh God, I wanna cry out loud I wanna be one with you Get down to the real
Your words, how they cut so deep I can hear you in my sleep Lying here, wishing here Wishing here, waiting You forget I know your tender spots But I'
Listen, come closer I think we've both been here before There doesn't seem to be much more My mind is shut the door is closed Am I alone? We're sitting
You try to be a mystery With all your eccentricities Every move is so surreal You can't touch what you really feel I see a deeper side More than you
-- written by Charlotte Caffey, Thomas Caffey, Richard Caffey, Belinda Carlisle Dreams in the night Dreams overflow Building bridges to each other
Hello, it's me, the one who told you no I don't care if you don't like it, but I had to let you know That love is at the door and it's pounding to be
's only me No heart on my sleeve No heart on my sleeve Here we go, some things are inevitable Don't we know, it could be so beautiful It's too real,
Just like a rose Without a thorn Defenses fade We've come undone Desire The answer for harmony This moment together We can see Deep into the night We
I open the door You stand there in the rain Your eyes say it all And I know 'cause I feel the same Why do we do the things we do? How can both of us
it repeat Hey you, it's only me No heart on my sleeve Here we go, some things are inevitable Don't we know, it could be so beautiful It's too real
Пераклад: Belinda Carlisle. Гэта занадта Real (вялікі і страшны жывёл).
Пераклад: Belinda Carlisle. Гэта Too Real.
: (Charlotte Caffey, Thomas Caffey, Jeffrey McDonald, Steven McDonald) Oh, sincerely I must tell you that I really Love you dearly But you are so obsessed
: (Charlotte Caffey, Belinda Carlisle, Ralph Schuckett) You keep talkin' - who you trying to kid? Tryin' to keep your feelings hid And I'm a prisoner
: (Charlotte Caffey, Ralph Schuckett, Ellen Shipley) Your words how they cut so deep I can hear you in my sleep Lying here, wishing here Wishing here
: (Ralph Schuckett) I open the door You stand there in the rain Your eyes say it all I know 'cause I feel the same Why do we do the things we do? How
