Twelve Thirty-Wilson Phillips

[ti:Twelve Thirty] [ar:Wilson Phillips] [al:Dedicated] [by:] [offset:0] [00:01.98]I used to live in New York City; [00:09.97]Everything there was dark and dirty [00:17.70]Outside my window was a steeple [00:25.83]With a clock that always said twelve-thirty [00:34.25]Young girls are coming to the canyon [00:42.55]And in the mornings I can see them walking [00:50.60]I can no longer keep my blinds drawn [00:59.00]And I can't keep myself from talking [01:07.30]At first so strange to feel so friendly - [01:13.60]To say good morning and really mean it - [01:23.46]To feel these changes happening in me [01:31.40]But not to notice till I feel it [01:39.90]Young girls are coming to the canyon [01:48.32]And in the mornings I can see them walking [01:56.39]I can no longer keep my blinds drawn [02:04.63]And I can't keep myself from talking [02:13.86]Cloudy waters cast no reflection; [02:20.35]Images of beauty lie there stagnant [02:29.21]Vibrations bounce in no direction [02:37.01]And lie there shattered into fragments [02:45.53]Young girls are coming to the canyon [02:50.16](Young girls are in the canyon) [02:53.91]And in the mornings I can see them walking [02:58.10](In the mornings I can see them walking) [03:02.10]I can no longer keep my blinds drawn [03:06.96](Can no longer keep my blinds drawn) [03:10.21]And I can't keep myself from talking