文本歌词

Overs - Simon & Garfunkel
Lyrics by：Paul Frederic Simon
Composed by：Paul Frederic Simon
Why don't we stop fooling ourselves
The game is over over over
No good times no bad times
There's no times at all
Just The New York Times
Sitting on the windowsill
Near the flowers
We might as well be apart
It hardly matters we sleep separately
And drop a smile passing in the hall
But there's no laughs left
'Cause we laughed them all
And we laughed them all
In a very short time
Time is tapping on my forehead
Hanging from my mirror
Rattling the teacups
And I wonder
How long can I delay
We're just a habit like saccharin
And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue
But each time I try on
The thought of leaving you
I stop
Stop and think it over