{"id":120,"date":"2008-05-06T10:31:44","date_gmt":"2008-05-06T10:31:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/soulflyer.co.uk\/blog\/?p=120"},"modified":"2008-05-06T10:31:44","modified_gmt":"2008-05-06T10:31:44","slug":"lover_come_over","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/soulflyer.co.uk\/notebook\/?p=120","title":{"rendered":"Lover_come_over"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"awppost_120\" class=\"awppost\">\n<div id=\"awppost_1_120\" class=\"awppage\" style=\"\">\n<p>Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners<br \/>\nParading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water<br \/>\nAnd maybe Im too young to keep good love from going wrong<br \/>\nBut tonight youre on my mind so you never know<\/p>\n<p>When Im broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it<br \/>\nWhere are you tonight, child you know how much I need it<br \/>\nToo young to hold on and too old to just break free and run<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun<br \/>\nAnd much too blind to see the damage hes done<br \/>\nSometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one<\/p>\n<p>So Ill wait for you&#8230; and Ill burn<br \/>\nWill I ever see your sweet return<br \/>\nOh will I ever learn<\/p>\n<p>Oh lover, you shouldve come over<br \/>\ncause its not too late<\/p>\n<p>Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in<br \/>\nBurning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him<br \/>\nMy body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come<\/p>\n<p>Its never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder<br \/>\nIts never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her<br \/>\nIts never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter<br \/>\nIts never over, shes the tear that hangs inside my soul forever<\/p>\n<p>Well maybe Im just too young<br \/>\nTo keep good love from going wrong<\/p>\n<p>Oh&#8230; lover, you shouldve come over<br \/>\ncause its not too late<\/p>\n<p>Well I feel too young to hold on<br \/>\nAnd Im much too old to break free and run<br \/>\nToo deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage Ive done<br \/>\nSweet lover, you shouldve come over<br \/>\nOh, love well Im waiting for you<\/p>\n<p>Lover, you shouldve come over<br \/>\ncause its not too late<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<div id=\"awppost_120\" class=\"awppost\">\n<div id=\"awppost_1_120\" class=\"awppage\" style=\"\">\n<p>Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners<br \/>\nParading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water<br \/>\nAnd maybe Im too young to keep good love from going wrong<br \/>\nBut tonight youre on my mind so you never know<\/p>\n<p>When Im broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it<br \/>\nWhere are you tonight, child you know how much I need it<br \/>\nToo young to hold on and too old to just break free and run<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun<br \/>\nAnd much too blind to see the damage hes done<br \/>\nSometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one<\/p>\n<p>So Ill wait for you&#8230; and Ill burn<br \/>\nWill I ever see your sweet return<br \/>\nOh will I ever learn<\/p>\n<p>Oh lover, you shouldve come over<br \/>\ncause its not too late<\/p>\n<p>Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in<br \/>\nBurning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him<br \/>\nMy body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come<\/p>\n<p>Its never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder<br \/>\nIts never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her<br \/>\nIts never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter<br \/>\nIts never over, shes the tear that hangs inside my soul forever<\/p>\n<p>Well maybe Im just too young<br \/>\nTo keep good love from going wrong<\/p>\n<p>Oh&#8230; lover, you shouldve come over<br \/>\ncause its not too late<\/p>\n<p>Well I feel too young to hold on<br \/>\nAnd Im much too old to break free and run<br \/>\nToo deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage Ive done<br \/>\nSweet lover, you shouldve come over<br \/>\nOh, love well Im waiting for you<\/p>\n<p>Lover, you shouldve come over<br \/>\ncause its not too late<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1,2],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/soulflyer.co.uk\/notebook\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/soulflyer.co.uk\/notebook\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/soulflyer.co.uk\/notebook\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/soulflyer.co.uk\/notebook\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/soulflyer.co.uk\/notebook\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=120"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/soulflyer.co.uk\/notebook\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/soulflyer.co.uk\/notebook\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=120"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/soulflyer.co.uk\/notebook\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=120"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/soulflyer.co.uk\/notebook\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=120"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}