If time were not a moving thing and I
could make it stay this hour the love
we share would always be there'd be no
coming day to shine a morning light and
make us realize all night, it's over.
#2.
When you walk away from me there is no
place to put my hand except to shade my
eyes against the sun that rises over land.
I watch you walk away, somehow I have to let
you go, cause it's over.
If you knew just how I really feel you might
be turning yet there are so many times people
have to love and then forget.
Oh, though there might have been a way, I have to
force myself to say, it's over.
#3.
So, I turn my back and turn my collar to the wind
move along in silence trying not to think at all,
I send my feet before me, walk the silent street
before me, it's over.
#4.
If time were not a moving thing and I
could make it stay this hour the love
we share would always be there'd be no
coming day to shine a morning light and
make us realize all night, it's over.
It's over.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.