Simon & Garfunkel



Paul Simon, 1967

Enregistrement : le 16 octobre 1968


Why don't we stop fooling ourselves?

The game is over, over, over


No good times, no bad times

There's no times at all

Just The New York Times

Sitting on the windowsill

Near the flowers


We might as well be apart

It hardly matters

We sleep separately

And drop a smile passing in the hall

But there's no laughs left

'Cause we laughed them all

And we laughed them all

In a very short time



Is tapping on my forehead

Hanging from my mirror

Rattling the teacups

And I wonder

How long can I delay?

We're just a habit

Like Saccharin


And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue


But each time I try on

The thought of leaving you

I stop

I stop and think it over