Andrea Lyrics - Singles - David Arn

I was thrown when a saxophone died on Thompson Street 

Sexy radio voice said this day would be hard to beat 

Then in a traffic jam my mind got stuck in self-review 

You're planted inside of me, 

Can't take down the tree that grows more thoughts of you 

Andrea, what were we thinking of? 

This may not come as news 

You pushed me off my shoes 

I misread the scale that showed the weight of your shove 

Anticipation of your touch was sweet and slow as a drug 

Lifting me from the dark crowded hole no one claims they dug 

I can still count those back steps leading to your place 

Who takes my space on your pillow case? 

Whose memory sees you like a doll always with a smiling face? 

Andrea, if you only knew 

My love is a morning sun rising for you, 

High above the silver names the street gangs drew 

Won't open up one more day wrapped in SoHo sorrow 

Don't want to delay turning shadows toward the light 

It's such a struggle to see past tomorrow 

When you're always there dancing in my line of sight 

In the theater of my dreams I see a curtain rise 

Your beauty steals the easy applause until the sad clown cries 

In the spotlight your diamond dress appears sapphire blue 

Illusion fitting you complete 

As I rise from my expensive seat to cheer for more of you 

Andrea, that's what I'm dreaming of 

Nights when you treated to a backstage pass 

Don't leave me stranded in line for love