April in my mind, but I can't sleep So I take a walk under the trees What did I see? Summer waits the leaves As lovely as I've ever known Happiness just comes and goes
My heart is playing like a violin Sunday, and she called again Now where can I go? Somewhere the wind don't blow me back into the conversations Promises and situations, yeah It's all constant, in the air.
The phantom finds you cryin' in the streets Lonely cops pick flowers on their beats And what do they see? Summer waits in the leaves As lovely as they've ever known Happiness just comes and goes
My heart is playing like a violin Sunday and she called again All of the dreams that you dream I hope that they are all of me I hope that they are all of me
It's the phantom Here comes the phantom
Compositores: Alasdair David Maclean (Alasdair Maclean) (PRS), James Mark Hornsey (PRS), Mark Nicholas Holloway Keen (Mark Keen) (PRS)Editor: Redpoint Music LtdECAD verificado obra #16866646 em 15/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM