Written by susanna hoffs, kevin hunter & davey faragher Produced by matt wallace Previously unreleased (1994)
In the first many minutes By your thirty second hand At this power as we lay here still As the shape your hair makes Goes running cross my face I am certain of time and of place.
(turnin' over) turnin' over as these evenings pass Turnin' over (turnin' over) as the bottle fills the glass Turnin' over (turnin' over) my hand on the string Turnin' over as you and I lie here sleepin'.
As the last many passions There's fakers and there's fate At this power when nights become days As the paper and it's glare Turn over in my mind I am certain of yours and of mine.
(turnin' over) turnin' over as these evenings pass Turnin' over (turnin' over) as the bottle fills the glass Turnin' over (turnin' over) my hand on the string Turnin' over as you and I lie here sleepin'.
Reach for the linen tablecloth Catch fire, catch fire and burn Put out with the back of the glass And you and I turn over fast.
Turnin' over (turnin' over) Turnin' over (turnin' over) as the fire fills the glass Turnin' over (turnin' over) my hand on the string Turnin' over.
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