Betty Elders
Pastel
There's a feeling in this kind of nightWhen the air is full of Gulf windAnd seafoam mist just kissed my tongueAnd I can feel you touch meIt's the sound of your laughterThat I miss most these daysAs echoes from your cool green eyesGrow louderAnd if I never told you how my heartWas fragile as a bird's wingI guess instead of silenceMy phone might ringAnd are you on some foreign shoreWith the sun around your shouldersWhile some must dwell in paler shadesRemembering old loversThere's something 'bout this kind of night So sad and yet familiarI must have known it as a childIt blows right through my windowMimosa blossoms fill the nightSweet Gardenia wineThe wind is from the South againAnd you are on the line
From Letras Mania