ŞARKI SÖZÜ
So clear silver moon
Wind moves through my room
Memories of Saturday (memories of Saturday)
Slight turn of the head
Eyes down when she said
She's going away
Going away
I need to know this
I'm I the fool
I'm I a victim
I'd rather know
You'd rather kiss him
Goodnight, tonight
I'm blinded
I tried I tried
Is this the way
Is this the way it ends
