[00:00.00] 作词 : Dana Hunt/Fred J. Knobloch
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Dana Hunt/Fred J. Knobloch
[00:00.00]Written：Fred J.Knobloch/Dana Hunt
[00:06.18]In a second story window framed in lace
[00:12.81]There she is again sittin' staring into space
[00:19.32]Thinkin' back to better days, dealin' with the pain
[00:25.50]Some folks think it's teardrops, but me, I think it's rain.
[00:31.20]There it is the cold hard truth
[00:36.99]So plain to see the living proof
[00:43.50]Where do you stand? What's your point of view?
[00:51.03]I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you're looking through.
[00:58.35]Beneath a neon chandelier he leans on polished oak
[01:10.14]And orders one more whiskey, lights another smoke
[01:16.50]He shivers at the memory and trembles as he stirs
[01:22.83]Some folks think it's him, but me, I think it's her.
[01:28.65]There it is the cold hard truth
[01:34.38]So plain to see the living proof
[01:40.83]Where do you stand? what's your point of view?
[01:48.33]I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you're looking through.
[02:07.68]I turn towards the mirror
[02:10.59]It's time to face the facts
[02:13.92]Looking for the reason
[02:16.29]You're not ever coming back.
[02:19.41]And there it is the cold hard truth
[02:25.35]So plain to see the living proof
[02:31.86]Where do you stand? What's your point of view?
[02:39.39]I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you're looking through.
[02:46.65]Oh, I guess it all depends on which side of the glass you're looking through...

作词 : Dana Hunt/Fred J. Knobloch
作曲 : Dana Hunt/Fred J. Knobloch
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...