But don’t want to
Put out candles
Or close the window
To the smell
Of rain…
Just lie
In the lightning’s flare
And watch
Streets glow
Where I go
In dreams…
And perhaps this time
We’ll meet.
But don’t want to
Put out candles
Or close the window
To the smell
Of rain…
Just lie
In the lightning’s flare
And watch
Streets glow
Where I go
In dreams…
And perhaps this time
We’ll meet.