作词 : Christopher Henry 作曲 : Christopher Henry It’s so hard to feel cool with the sun in one’s eyes. Fools waste days in waiting. Cheap breezes blow them by. Stolen gold is lost in the summer winds. It’s so hard to feel cool with the sun in one’s eyes. Fools waste days in waiting. Cheap breezes blow them by. Stolen gold is lost in the summer winds. You have no heart. So how can I take it? You have no heart. So I’ll just take the gold. It’s so hard to. (Now, I can't taste anything, my tongue is a cold tong, eating the sweet fruits of yesteryear.)
作词 : Christopher Henry 作曲 : Christopher Henry It’s so hard to feel cool with the sun in one’s eyes. Fools waste days in waiting. Cheap breezes blow them by. Stolen gold is lost in the summer winds. It’s so hard to feel cool with the sun in one’s eyes. Fools waste days in waiting. Cheap breezes blow them by. Stolen gold is lost in the summer winds. You have no heart. So how can I take it? You have no heart. So I’ll just take the gold. It’s so hard to. (Now, I can't taste anything, my tongue is a cold tong, eating the sweet fruits of yesteryear.)
