Written by susanna hoffs, kevin hunter & davey faragher
Produced by matt wallace
Previously unreleased (1994)

In the first many minutes
By your thirty second hand
At this power as we lay here still
As the shape your hair makes
Goes running cross my face
I am certain of time and of place.

(turnin over) turnin over as these evenings pass
Turnin over (turnin over) as the bottle fills the glass
Turnin over (turnin over) my hand on the string
Turnin over as you and I lie here sleepin.

As the last many passions
Theres fakers and theres fate
At this power when nights become days
As the paper and its glare
Turn over in my mind
I am certain of yours and of mine.

(turnin over) turnin over as these evenings pass
Turnin over (turnin over) as the bottle fills the glass
Turnin over (turnin over) my hand on the string
Turnin over as you and I lie here sleepin.

Reach for the linen tablecloth
Catch fire, catch fire and burn
Put out with the back of the glass
And you and I turn over fast.

Turnin over (turnin over)
Turnin over (turnin over) as the fire fills the glass
Turnin over (turnin over) my hand on the string
Turnin over.

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