Genevieve کے بول

She reaches for her latest reading Her pillow's folded Her mind is reeling round She can't remember What made this different Before her clock was Fifteen minutes fast (chorus) When the morning came It was just the same Genevieve Like a loaded gun Like a letter bomb Genevieve She reaches for her latest feeling She can't control it Her heart is beating she made her mind up It's off to sleep now To dream about the book she just put down (chorus)