Which Side Of The Glass 歌词

	作曲 : Fred Knobloch/Dana Hunt
	Written：Fred J.Knobloch/Dana Hunt
	In a second story window framed in lace
	There she is again sittin' staring into space
	Thinkin' back to better days, dealin' with the pain
	Some folks think it's teardrops, but me, I think it's rain.
	There it is the cold hard truth
	So plain to see the living proof
	Where do you stand? What's your point of view?
	I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you're looking through.
	Beneath a neon chandelier he leans on polished oak
	And orders one more whiskey, lights another smoke
	He shivers at the memory and trembles as he stirs
	Some folks think it's him, but me, I think it's her.
	There it is the cold hard truth
	So plain to see the living proof
	Where do you stand? what's your point of view?
	I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you're looking through.
	I turn towards the mirror
	It's time to face the facts
	Looking for the reason
	You're not ever coming back.
	And there it is the cold hard truth
	So plain to see the living proof
	Where do you stand? What's your point of view?
	I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you're looking through.
	Oh, I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you're looking through...

	zuo qu : Fred Knobloch Dana Hunt
	Written: Fred J. Knobloch Dana Hunt
	In a second story window framed in lace
	There she is again sittin' staring into space
	Thinkin' back to better days, dealin' with the pain
	Some folks think it' s teardrops, but me, I think it' s rain.
	There it is the cold hard truth
	So plain to see the living proof
	Where do you stand? What' s your point of view?
	I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you' re looking through.
	Beneath a neon chandelier he leans on polished oak
	And orders one more whiskey, lights another smoke
	He shivers at the memory and trembles as he stirs
	Some folks think it' s him, but me, I think it' s her.
	There it is the cold hard truth
	So plain to see the living proof
	Where do you stand? what' s your point of view?
	I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you' re looking through.
	I turn towards the mirror
	It' s time to face the facts
	Looking for the reason
	You' re not ever coming back.
	And there it is the cold hard truth
	So plain to see the living proof
	Where do you stand? What' s your point of view?
	I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you' re looking through.
	Oh, I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you' re looking through...

	zuò qǔ : Fred Knobloch Dana Hunt
	Written: Fred J. Knobloch Dana Hunt
	In a second story window framed in lace
	There she is again sittin' staring into space
	Thinkin' back to better days, dealin' with the pain
	Some folks think it' s teardrops, but me, I think it' s rain.
	There it is the cold hard truth
	So plain to see the living proof
	Where do you stand? What' s your point of view?
	I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you' re looking through.
	Beneath a neon chandelier he leans on polished oak
	And orders one more whiskey, lights another smoke
	He shivers at the memory and trembles as he stirs
	Some folks think it' s him, but me, I think it' s her.
	There it is the cold hard truth
	So plain to see the living proof
	Where do you stand? what' s your point of view?
	I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you' re looking through.
	I turn towards the mirror
	It' s time to face the facts
	Looking for the reason
	You' re not ever coming back.
	And there it is the cold hard truth
	So plain to see the living proof
	Where do you stand? What' s your point of view?
	I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you' re looking through.
	Oh, I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you' re looking through...

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