Paroles
In the blue light
Of the Belvedere Motel
Watching as the television burns
How the heart approaches what it yearns
In a fever
I can hear your secret voice
Emerging from a dream, your voice returns
How the heart approaches what it yearns
After the rain on the Interstate
Headlights slide past the moon
A bone-weary traveler waits by the side of the road
Where's he going?
And headlights slide past the moon
I roll in your arms and your voice is the heat of the night
In a phone booth
In some downtown bar and grill
Rehearsing what I'll say, my coin returns
How the heart approaches what it yearns
How the heart approaches what it yearns
Paul Simon
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