Turning Over
In the first many minutes
By your thirty second hand
At this power as we lay here still
As the shape your hair makes
Goes running cross my face
I am certain of time and of place
(Turning over) Turning over as these evenings pass
Turning over (Turning over) as the bottle fills the glass
Turning over (Turning over) my hand on the string
Turning over as you and I lie here sleeping
As the last many passions
There's fakers and there's fate
At this power when nights bеcome days
As the paper and it's glarе
Turn over in my mind
I am certain of yours and of mine
(Turning over) Turning over as these evenings pass
Turning over (Turning over) as the bottle fills the glass
Turning over (Turning over) my hand on the string
Turning over as you and I lie here sleeping
Reach for the linen tablecloth
Catch fire, catch fire and burn
Put out with the back of the glass
You and I turn over time
Turning over (Turning over) hand in hand
Turning over (Turning over) as the fire fills the glass
Turning over (Turning over) my hand on the string
Turning over (Turning over) yeah, yeah, yeah