Текст песни
Dusty needle on the spinning groove
We don't need a lot of room to move
Just a melody from yesterday
Chasing all the modern blues away
You wear that dress from nineteen-fifty-four
We’re dancing barefoot on the kitchen floor
The singer croons a tune about the moon
I realized I fell for you too soon
But falling is the best part of the flight
Especially when you hold me this tight
Scratchy sound and a trumpet low
Holding on and never letting go
Spin it round, that old black disc
Love is always worth the risk
The pops and clicks are part of the charm
Safe inside the circle of your arm
They don't make music like this anymore
Or love like ours, that’s for sure
Black and white memories in color now
I look at you and I wonder how
I got so lucky in this crazy life
To call you my darling, to call you wife
The song is ending but we start again
Until the needle reaches the end
Let it spin.
Round and round.
That sweet old sound.
