Текст песни
Walking down Brick Lane, feeling blue. Wind's blowing lightly, and I picture you. Sweet Sunday mornings with nothing to do. Love is like a dream when it's just me And you. Open my window, sing me your song. Baby, can't you see that this is where I Belong? With your hand in my hand, I still feel That love. Really wish that we could go back to the Way that it was. They say if it doesn't kill you, It'll make you stronger. Oh, but I can't be without you any longer. Every time I let it go, baby, it's true. Nothing compares to you. Nothing compares to you. Sweet Sunday mornings all by myself. I'd rather be alone than with anyone else. Watch my mascara dripping down. Baby, how did we end up like this? Where are you now? They say if it doesn't kill you, It'll make you stronger. Oh, but I can't be without you any longer. Every time I let it go, baby, it's true. Nothing compares to you. Nothing compares to you. Yeah, I'm running fast, as fast I can to Get you back, just to get you back again. I cannot bear, I cannot live if we can't Be, we can't be us again. I'll cry at night, cry at night. I'll cry for all the words, the words I Didn't say. Sweet Sundays. Sweet Sundays. They say if it doesn't kill you, It'll make you stronger. Oh, but I can't be without you any longer. Every time I let it go, baby, it's true. Nothing compares to you. Nothing compares to you.
Pixie Lott — Nothing Compares
«Nothing Compares» — Pixie Lott. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:34. Жанр — Поп.
