Yesterday, 04:26 AM
When the needle hits the record,
and that old song starts to spin
That's when all those
under-midnight-moon
close-dance-ending too soon-feelings
come again.
It was our song,
for so long,
that I almost forget
there was a day,
a solitude before I knew you,
before we met.
Then you left,
I am broken.
And then,
and then,
the needle hits the record,
and that old song starts to spin
We're pressed together,
hand in hand,
and just like way back when,
morning moon lands too soon.
Where are those Sundays in bed?
Now, instead,
I just wait..
for your memory, that needle that hits my lonely groove,
(Why can’t I move on?)
and our old song for so long
starts spinning…
The needle hits the record
and that old song starts to spin...
That's when all those under-midnight-moon close-dance-feelings
come again.
The needle hits the record,
and that old song starts to spin
and that old song starts to spin
That's when all those
under-midnight-moon
close-dance-ending too soon-feelings
come again.
It was our song,
for so long,
that I almost forget
there was a day,
a solitude before I knew you,
before we met.
Then you left,
I am broken.
And then,
and then,
the needle hits the record,
and that old song starts to spin
We're pressed together,
hand in hand,
and just like way back when,
morning moon lands too soon.
Where are those Sundays in bed?
Now, instead,
I just wait..
for your memory, that needle that hits my lonely groove,
(Why can’t I move on?)
and our old song for so long
starts spinning…
The needle hits the record
and that old song starts to spin...
That's when all those under-midnight-moon close-dance-feelings
come again.
The needle hits the record,
and that old song starts to spin

