Woorden: Brenda Lee. In The Mood For Love: Classic Ballads. Crying Time.

She was kicking down the fence trying to hide the evidence
That would give her game away
But everything was as clear as day
I knew she had no more to give, she hated everything she did

And I could feel her restless mind
Calling out for love at crying time

All those days that seemed like years
The silence roaring in our ears
Then at night a ticking sound
The timebomb of the life we'd found
I watched her leave, my heart in flames
Fanned by all her other lovers' names

And I could feel her restless mind
Calling out for love at crying time

Whisky, wine and cheap perfumeall those crowded bars
And hotel rooms
Exotic rhythms to embrace
But everywhere is a lonely place
So down and down and down I go
But where I'm going, well I sure don't know

And I could feel her restless mind
Calling out for love at crying time