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The Loving Cup
- wykonawca: Dan Fogelberg
- album: Windows & Walls
So many try to capture love
And so many never do
So many hearts are lost
With never a clue.
So many nights are passed
in sorrow
So many days go by
So many lovers lose
And never know why.
Still the lovers in the
backseats claw
And still the wives wait up
Everybody's trying desperately
to fill their loving cup.
All through the night
We thrust and parry
Letting our best sides show
Then in the morning light
We lie and let go.
Everyone searching for somebody
Someone to kiss and tell
More often than not
Our heavens turn into hell.
Still the lovers in the
backseats claw
And still the wives wait up
Everybody's trying desperately
to fill their loving cup.
So many try to capture love
And so many never do
So many hearts are lost
With never a clue.
Everyone searching for somebody
Someone to kiss and tell
More often than not
Our heavens turn into hell.
Still the lovers in the
backseats claw
And still the wives wait up
Everybody's trying desperately
to fill their loving cup.
- album: Windows & Walls
So many try to capture love
And so many never do
So many hearts are lost
With never a clue.
So many nights are passed
in sorrow
So many days go by
So many lovers lose
And never know why.
Still the lovers in the
backseats claw
And still the wives wait up
Everybody's trying desperately
to fill their loving cup.
All through the night
We thrust and parry
Letting our best sides show
Then in the morning light
We lie and let go.
Everyone searching for somebody
Someone to kiss and tell
More often than not
Our heavens turn into hell.
Still the lovers in the
backseats claw
And still the wives wait up
Everybody's trying desperately
to fill their loving cup.
So many try to capture love
And so many never do
So many hearts are lost
With never a clue.
Everyone searching for somebody
Someone to kiss and tell
More often than not
Our heavens turn into hell.
Still the lovers in the
backseats claw
And still the wives wait up
Everybody's trying desperately
to fill their loving cup.