English version of "Le Temps Tourne À L'Orage". Written by Raymond Donnez, Elsa Lunghini and Georges Lunghini....
Nothing here to say what I mean
Paper sitting in the machine.
Nothing will come of this scene tonight.
Maybe tomorrow I write, if it's alright.
I don't want to talk on the phone.
I don't want to stay here alone.
Everytime I step out of home the same.
Trying to push me around, pushing me down.
Stormy weather tomorrow, look at the dark sky.
Dolly's wearing her favorite petticoat, don't cry.
I fix myself to the gloom, I step across the room.
Out of my way, stupid cat, or you're dead.
Such a long way to the ground
Now I'm here and scared to look down.
I'd like to be happy, inside at ease.
I see the one's nobody sees up in the trees.
Stormy weather tomorrow, look at the dark sky.
Dolly's wearing her favorite petticoat, don't cry.
I fix myself to the gloom, I step across the room.
Out of my way, stupid cat, or you're dead.
Paper sitting in the machine.
Nothing will come of this scene tonight.
Maybe tomorrow I write, if it's alright.
I don't want to talk on the phone.
I don't want to stay here alone.
Everytime I step out of home the same.
Trying to push me around, pushing me down.
Stormy weather tomorrow, look at the dark sky.
Dolly's wearing her favorite petticoat, don't cry.
I fix myself to the gloom, I step across the room.
Out of my way, stupid cat, or you're dead.
Such a long way to the ground
Now I'm here and scared to look down.
I'd like to be happy, inside at ease.
I see the one's nobody sees up in the trees.
Stormy weather tomorrow, look at the dark sky.
Dolly's wearing her favorite petticoat, don't cry.
I fix myself to the gloom, I step across the room.
Out of my way, stupid cat, or you're dead.
Lyrics submitted by Oliviaka
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