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

There's fakers and there's fate

At this power when nights become days

As the paper and it's 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.