الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Glass piano play slow jazz
To the magic of her youth
The songs she heard on the radio
When she was looking for the truth
A smoky cafe, and the dream began
The music would swing and sway
A dance in motion would catch in her eye
What sorrow could not say
Well I can't tell you, it would make a difference
I can't say, I know how to explain
When the sun comes through in the morning
It'll dry your tears away
I can understand your sense of desperation
I can understand why you hold it inside
The rain will come down to wash away on the street
What sorrow cannot say
