Simon And Garfunkel - Overs Lyrics
Why dont we stop fooling ourselves?The game is over,Over,Over.No good times, no bad times,Theres no times at all,Just the new york times,Sitting on the windowsillNear the flowers.We might as well be apart.It hardly matters,We sleep separately.And drop a smile passing in the hallBut theres no laughs leftcause we laughed them all.And we laughed them allIn a very short time.TimeIs tapping on my forehead,Hanging from my mirror,Rattling the teacups,And I wonder,How long can I delay?Were just a habitLike saccharin.And Im habitually feelin kinda blue.But each time I try onThe thought of leaving you,I stop...I stop and think it over.