文本歌词

It's Like Reaching For The Moon - Billie Holiday (比莉.荷莉戴)
Written by：Saul Chaplin/Gerald Marqusee/Al Lewis/Al Sherman
It's like reaching for the moon
It's like reaching for the sun
It's like reaching for the stars
Reaching for you
You're so far above me
How can I expect an angel to love me who
It's so refined as you are
It's like flying without wings
Playing fiddle without strings
And a million other things
No one can do
No my hopes are slender
In my secret heart I pray
You'll surrender soon
No it's like reaching for the moon