Vanities are only charity And she makes donations at the Tiffany's, Life is hard without a credit card to get by, get by She sold her dreams for security To a man that now she hardly ever sees With a cold مارٹینی, مارٹانا in her hand, she don't mind, don't mind
So throw all your luxuries aside You can't take them with آپ when آپ die Still when I look into your Eyes are full of dollar signs Oh, reach, into a pocketful of dreams Oh, now, before they fall out of the seams Oh, take a chance, don't matter if آپ fail you're too scared to try cause آپ might break a nail, oh
Today I walked down our old street Past the ڈنر, کھانے where we'd meet Now I dine alone in our old seats The cold wind blows right through my bones And I feel like I'm getting old But I wish I was getting old with you I held your hand when we took shelter from the rain She laughed as we picked out our children's names
White sparrows fell from heaven and carried her away Black arrows cut the strings of my heart, I kneel and pray
Her clothes hang in the closet still The phone sits on the windowsill And every time it rings it gives me chills My دل just stopped when I was told Doctor, doctor, on the phone Said...