Peter Cetera - And i think of you

Tekst :

Where did you go - why did you run
What did you need from me you felt we were missing
Now you never write - and you never call

What did you want - I couldn t give
You should ve told me baby I would have listened
Why did you leave - when we had it all

And I think of you
Yes I think of you

(chorus)
Everywhere I go - anytime of the day
Every move I make - every word that I say
If I let myself I get carried away
When I think of you
I still think of you

Time on my hands doesn t seem right
I ll never get used to this single life
And now I wonder what you re doing tonight

(bridge)
We got away from it all
In a house upon the hill
I loved you then and I always will
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh

Inne utwory

  • Peace of mind
  • One good woman
  • Solitude
  • Livin in the limelight
  • Best of times
  • World falling down
  • Even a fool can see
  • I can feel it
  • Feels in heaven
  • If you leave me now
  • Evil eye
  • Mona Mona
  • Queen of the masquerade ball
  • Rain love
  • Save me
  • The last place god made
  • Losowe utwory

    I get wet

    You watch what I say,
    (Watch what I Say),
    Watch what I do.
    Because I really don t care,
    I really don t care,
    I know you re trying to get somewhere.
    You watch what you say,
    (Watch what I do),
    Im...

    Lift us up

    So many times he crossed the line, overboard, overdrawn, over looked, it s over now
    She looks at herself no one to turn to, then she wonders how it got this far
    Right to pain and plight she enters false pretend to make him fight harder

    Lift him up...

    Vikraphone

    You re not thinking, with your mind,
    you ll remember, will surender can t provide,
    i m spoken and uninspired,
    honours spoken, your honours broken Vikraphone.

    Your minds made up vikraphone,
    you won t give it up vikraphone,
    this is what you got inside your vikraphone,
    you won t...

    Lullaby

    So where do we begin? It must be thirty-five years . . .
    You ve the breath of my mother, the life of a stranger;
    and there s so much to tell - so much I need to know.
    All of the stories, and reasons
    But your face I remember and your breath...

    R&R

    Days into weeks of Sunday afternoons
    Nothing much for us to say nothing real for us to do
    Just watch the carousel go round and round in endless circles
    in the pupil of the Deadeye until you just feel numb
    It s virtual Jerusalem. There s not much trouble anymore
    it s mostly the blissed-out...