CHAD & JEREMY


Transatlantic Trauma 1966 Lyrics

Hello there! Well everything's fine
I got your letter, did you get mine?
I'm pleased to hear you're working again
Up at six and to bed at ten
But oh, there's so many things I know
That I just can't write
Like how you feel in the night
(Wish I could)

The weather's bad, well that's nothing new
I hear the heat's on, now is that true?
I'm writing from Boston and Chad is uptight
I broke two strings on stage last night
But I don't really want to know about the London scene
That sort of chat just leaves me flat
I miss you so much, what more can I say
In two or three pages? I hate it this way
It's such an impossible strain
Corny old phrases repeated again
It's a game that we play

Well I must go, I really must fly
I'll send you some albums, at least I'll try
If ev'rything's cool, I'll see you quite soon
Maybe July or possibly June
But though I want you here, I know
That that might blow the dream
You see, I'm scared to pay the fare
Goodbye for now

Watch Chad  Jeremy Transatlantic Trauma 1966 video
Hottest Lyrics with Videos
7a7a31ad1c33a21e626089bd780e8a46

check amazon for Transatlantic Trauma 1966 mp3 download
these lyrics are submitted by kaan
Songwriter(s): Jeremy Clyde
Record Label(s): Originally Released 1968 Sony Music Entertainment Inc
Official lyrics by

Rate Transatlantic Trauma 1966 by Chad & Jeremy (current rating: 7.16)
12345678910
Meaning to "Transatlantic Trauma 1966" song lyrics
captcha
Characters count : / 50
Latest Posts