Nhạc sĩ: Sandy Denny
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
No use knocking at my door I don't think I live here anymore I live in the past, you see, I think of the last time we were there Before you went with her All my letters lie unopened Along with calling cards and tokens I cannot read, you see, I think of the need to be by you now I could only move somehow The albums strewn without their clothes Gather dust amongst the groups The only one I play is blue Makes me think of you
