Things — текст песни (martin dean)

Every night I sit here by my window
starin` at a lonely avenue,
watching lovers holding hands and laughin`,
thinkin` bout the things they used to do.
(Thinkin` `bout things) Like a walk in the park,
(Things) like a kiss in the dark,
(Things) like a sailor boat ride,
what about the night we cried?
Things like a lovin` wow, Things that we don`t do now,
thinkin` bout the things we used to do.
Memories are all I have to cling to,
and heartaches are the frames I`m talking to.
When I`m not thinking of just how much I loved you,
I`m thinking `bout the things we used to do.
(Thinkin` `bout things) Like a walk in the park...
I still can hear the juke-box softly playin`,
and the face I see is there belongs to you.
No, there`s not a single sound,
and there`s nobody else around,
but I just mean thinkin` `bout things we used to do.
(Thinkin` `bout things) Like a walk in the park...
And the heartaches are the frames I`m talking to.
You got me thinkin` `bout the things we used to do.
Thinkin` bout...