Babyface. Born in Time. Zeneszám

Written by bob dylan (1990)
Performed by eric clapton

In the rolling night
In the stardust of a pale moon light
I think of you in black and white
When we were made of dreams

I walk alone through the shady streets
Listening to my heart beat
In the record-breaking heat
And we were born in time

Just when I thought you were gone
You came back
Just when I regretted to receive you

You were smooth, you were rough
You were more and enough
Ah babe, why did I believe it
I believe it in the rising curve
And the ways of nature will test every nerve
I took you close and got what I deserved
And we were born in time

Just when I knew who to thank
You went blank
Just as the firelight was gleaming

You were snow, you were rain
You were striped, and you were plain
Oh babe, can it be you've been scheming
Well I'd really be in the hills of mystery
In the foggy web of destiny
You're still so deep inside of me
And we were born in time





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Original version:

In the lonely night
In the blinking stardust of a pale blue light
You're comin' thru to me in black and white
When we were made of dreams

You're blowing down the shaky street
You're hearing my heart beat
In the record breaking heat
Where we were born in time

Not one more night, not one more kiss
Not this time baby, no more of this
Takes too much skill, takes too much will
It's revealing
You came, you saw, just like the law
You married young, just like your ma
You tried and tried, you made me slide
You left me reelin' with this feelin'

On the rising curve
Where the ways of nature will test every nerve
You won't get anything you don't deserve
Where we were born in time

You pressed me once, you pressed me twice
You hang the flame, you'll pay the price
Oh babe, that fire
Is still smokin'
You were snow, you were rain
You were striped, you were plain
Oh babe, truer words
Have not been spoken or broken

In the hills of mystery
In the foggy web of destiny
You can have what's left of me
Where we were born in time