Paroles de MacArthur Park

Spring Was never Waiting for us Still it rain One step ahead As we followed In the dance Between The parted pages We were pressed In loves Hot fevered iron Like a striped pair Of paints MacArthur Park Is melting In the dark All the sweet Green icing Flowing down Someone left The cake Out in the rain I don't think That I can take it Cuz it took so long To bake it And I'll never have That recipe again I recall The yellow Cotton dress Foaming like a wave On the ground Beneath your knees Birds Like tender babies In your hand And the old men Playing Chinese checkers 'Neath the trees There'll be Another song for me And I will sing it There'll be Another dream for me Someone will bring it I will drink the wine While it's warm And never let you Catch me Looking at the sun And after The loves of my life You'll still be The one And I'll ask myself Why, why