my poor heart never connected You'd stay so long on my mind. Well, isn't it midnight on the other side of the world Do you remember it The face of a pretty
long ago You had a knack, a knack of making women know Ooh, there wasn't the time And I knew you'd never be mine Well, isn't it midnight On the other
my poor heart never connected You'd stay so long on my mind. Well, isn't it midnight on the other side of the world Do you remember it The face of a
Tradução: Fleetwood Mac. ¿No es medianoche.
