Papers lie there helplessly In a pile outside the door I tried and tried, but I just can't remember What they're for The world outside is tugging Like a beggar at my sleep Ah, that's much too old A story to believe And you know That it's taken it's share of me Even though You take such good care of me Now, you say Morocco And that makes me smile I haven't seen Morocco For a long, long while The dreams are rolling down Across the places in my mind And I've just had A taste of something fine The future hides and the past just slides England lies between Floating in a silver mist So cold and so clean And California's shaking Like some angry child will Who has asked for love And isn't answered still And you know That I'm looking back carefully 'Cause I know That there's still something there for me But you said Morocco And it made me smile And it hasn't been that easy For a long, long while And looking back into your eyes I saw them really shine Giving me a taste Of something fine, something fine Now, if you see Morocco I know you'll go in style I may not see Morocco For a little while But while you're there I was hoping you might keep it in your mind To save me just a taste Of something fine © SWALLOW TURN MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com